Being bedridden due to an illness isn't the same as being bedridden due to obesity.
In a sudden accident, you have to leave your life behind.
When it's due to obesity, it doesn't mean something sudden. You even gradually lose the ability to walk, and one day you're lying in bed.
Also, in my case, I was initially unable to get out of bed on my own, and I was still able to take a few steps. Then I would collapse on the bed gasping for air, but I could take a few steps.

The best plan is to find someone to take care of you.
Not working is the least of the problems for someone with that level of obesity. Even the fact that you won't be leaving your house is the least of the problems.

I'm in that fight. But I can't exercise, and when the stress becomes too much, my nurse helps me get food.

Finding clothes is impossible.
I've been bedridden for a year, and I stopped wearing clothes.
There are no sizes for people my size. Special sizes are misleading, and I often bought pants that didn't fit properly.
It all came down to wearing 16XL leggings that were sometimes tight and ripped.
T-shirts were either too short and tight, or too long and also tight.
I could never find my size in T-shirts.
Unfortunately, I had to buy clothes blindly, hoping something would fit.
The downside to tight clothing is that sleeves, whether pants or T-shirts, if they're tight, cut off circulation.
The upside of being bedridden is that I no longer have to worry about clothes, much less shoes.

When it comes to everyday life, anyone would be exhausted. It is not easy to take care of a person who needs assistance 24/7.

An obese and immobile person thinks more about what he or she is going to eat than about what could happen in the event of a natural disaster.
In my condition, getting out of bed, leaving the house and then transporting myself is a challenge that requires logistics and the joint work of several people. I even need medical transport designed for someone of my size and, if I am lucky, there is a unit miles away. In the event of a heart attack, I only receive assistance at home and, if surgery is necessary, I am condemned to die.
Natural disasters are minor things and if one were to happen, they cannot do anything to get me out of the house. I do not believe that in an emergency they would allocate vehicles and personnel to get a fat, immobile person out of her house.

I'm going to give my opinion from my condition.
It is almost impossible unless the person is a patient in some clinic.
No one would let a stranger into their home and in a condition of immobility a person must have someone to permanently assist them, who are also the same people who helped them gain weight and maintain that lifestyle. Consequently, the person is a young person under the care of their parents or someone in a relationship in most cases.

At my sister's house, together with my niece, we both ate half a refrigerator together. It was my sister's birthday and my niece and I stayed up late eating, according to us, a little.
My sister had left everything ready for when the guests came and we ate half of it.
Before having surgery, my niece was morbidly obese and there we two fat women were looking at the remains of our food binge. I didn't remember eating so much.

That guy constantly wrote me private messages encouraging me to eat and keep winning. Some messages invited me to imagine eating a particular food and how good it would feel.
He was very annoying and yes, he was a stalker.
Thanks for reporting it.

My diet is a total failure. I binge eat secretly from my husband and ultimately he knows it because the scale doesn't lie.
My nurse was condemned to fight with me because I didn't give me food and with my husband for providing it.
My husband is tired of dealing with me and decided to leave everything in my hands.
When I want to eat no one tells me anything. Now the diet is in my hands.
This is a disaster. I start crying while binge eating, but I can't stop ordering fast food and swallowing like a pig.
My physical therapist came to my house and I was eating hamburgers. The look on that guy's face was atrocious and I imagine he only thought "I get paid to do my job and keep my schedule."
I feel like no one helps me and they left me alone to my own devices, but I don't make the slightest effort either and I can't help it either, because the desire to eat is so strong that I end up eating everything on my table.