Trichotillomania.
Most of you have never heard this word in your life. Most of you don't know what it means. You should. You should know.
Trichotillomania is a curse.
Those with it most times cannot be helped.
It is a mental disorder.
It's pulling hair. Plucking. Picking. Constantly. Everyday.
It makes us feel ugly. Unwanted. Alone.
To me, it is much more than just hair pulling.
You know our background. But you don't know how we feel, the constant urge, the bug inside our brains egging us on...
My Case
Now, I can't tell you when it started. But at first, it wasn't serious. I didn't care. No one noticed.
I still can't remember how I looked back then, was I pretty? I'm not now. I'm cursed.
Every night, when I settle down to read or am on my computer, it happens. Something in my mind says, "Pick out an eyelash! Pick out 10!" My brains meek voice in the background calls, "No! Don't do it!" The curse wins over. I find an eyelash or more in my fingers. I drop them.
I've tried sitting on my hands. Wearing gloves. Playing with things to keep my fingers busy.
You wouldn't understand. Saying "No" dosen't work. It never works.
One time, I got lucky. It went away. Or so I thought. I only got a few months of freedom, before the thing invaded my mind.
I'm going to a therapist. This has been going on 2 years. It's time to put an end to it. Half my eyelashes are gone. People stare. I'm ugly. I might never get better...
Feel free to share your storys. I can't be the only one... right?
Most of you have never heard this word in your life. Most of you don't know what it means. You should. You should know.
Trichotillomania is a curse.
Those with it most times cannot be helped.
It is a mental disorder.
It's pulling hair. Plucking. Picking. Constantly. Everyday.
It makes us feel ugly. Unwanted. Alone.
To me, it is much more than just hair pulling.
You know our background. But you don't know how we feel, the constant urge, the bug inside our brains egging us on...
My Case
Now, I can't tell you when it started. But at first, it wasn't serious. I didn't care. No one noticed.
I still can't remember how I looked back then, was I pretty? I'm not now. I'm cursed.
Every night, when I settle down to read or am on my computer, it happens. Something in my mind says, "Pick out an eyelash! Pick out 10!" My brains meek voice in the background calls, "No! Don't do it!" The curse wins over. I find an eyelash or more in my fingers. I drop them.
I've tried sitting on my hands. Wearing gloves. Playing with things to keep my fingers busy.
You wouldn't understand. Saying "No" dosen't work. It never works.
One time, I got lucky. It went away. Or so I thought. I only got a few months of freedom, before the thing invaded my mind.
I'm going to a therapist. This has been going on 2 years. It's time to put an end to it. Half my eyelashes are gone. People stare. I'm ugly. I might never get better...
Feel free to share your storys. I can't be the only one... right?
