Kurt was a huge, comfortable man, whose body dropped fast into any inviting spaces. However, the word “comfortable” was his attempt at irony.
If no one saw him, and the door was shut, he sat in front of a TV. Life was good. He was safe. Video games where the place he escaped. Forgetting himself in a game he ran and jumped with the onscreen character as it was no tomorrow. He was accepted in the virtual reality unlike the world he was lived in. The virtual world was his “outside” where he could be what he wants to be and not be judged on his weight.
He never would have imagined that at 34 he’d be living with his father and having no job, no money, be playing video games all day and eating.
He has always been a big kid. In high school, he was somewhere around 300 some pounds. Then he got out of school and got a job in the restaurant, and he ate there; really ate. He was probably around 500 pounds then and it was getting too difficult to work. So, he quit his job. His mom told him that he couldn’t live with her just like this without having a job. She kicked him out and he went to live with his father.
The other thing besides video games that made him happy was food. He ate like kings; in the worst way possible. He wasn’t taking responsibility for what he was doing. His dad didn’t like what was going on but somehow could not resist Kurt’s demands. Fried chicken, Japanese food takeout, sushi by the barrel, anything we wanted to eat he was getting. He ate and ate and ate. Food made him content; made him happy.
Food is so much a part of him that he wanted to be. It was killing him, but it was like a drug – he was not even noticing it. There were moments when he ate so much that it made him sick.
But he didn’t mind overeating as it was going to get thrown out. He felt it was no big deal as it was all coming out without affecting him. This way he could just eat, eat, eat, not gaining weight.
But did he want to remain fat forever?
No. He wished he wasn’t in the situation he was in.
His dad installed a special Jacuzzi in the deck area because Kurt couldn’t physically fit in a standard bath or a shower area. He was a huge guy with folds and flaps that made it difficult for him to move around. He felt almost like a pig or a wallow. There were times when he literally couldn’t get up, sat in the tub for nine hours, and needed the help of his dada to get out.
Sometimes he and his dad had great moments together, but lately, there was lots of negativity anger and frustration.
Now he was at a size when he needed his dad to help him to do almost everything. No parents supposed to be doing this when their son was in his thirties. He has even difficulties wiping his ass, as he couldn’t reach with his hand to the butt crack.
He was offered a bariatric surgery, which he was scared of even though he realized it could probably save his life. He never been at any kind of surgery and experienced anesthesia and dread thinking about it. Eventually, though he made his decision and now his body dropped on the couch in the hospital waiting room, which in his mind he called “inviting” ironically.
