Post by fractalmoonshine on Oct 2, 2004 14:01:27 GMT -5
I am inspired by you. I am stopping picking as of now.
For 35 years, I have picked my face, back, and chest. Though I am 47, I still have oily skin, as did my father.
I almost never look in the mirror and pick. I do go into a trance. When I read/concentrate/do homework, my hand strays up to my face. Before I get out of bed in the morning, I face-pick when I am sort of not quite awake. I did that this morning, and I look quite bad.
The areas above/between my eyebrows have scars from picking. I am going to buy some neosporin with bacitricin, as a couple of people have suggested, and a box of disposeable cotton gloves, if I can find any. I used them years ago in a factory where I worked. Perhaps if I put gloves on when I go to bed, and when I'm reading, concentrating, etc, it will prevent the semi-conscious behavior.
When I pick, it's not about seeing a zit, or worrying about others seeing it. It's the distressing sensation that there is something embedded in my skin, or accumlated under it, that does not belong there, and I have to either dig it out (ie, the blackheads on my nose and chin), or create an opening so it can come out.
I often have a sensation of pools of something forming in the skin under my cheekbones, on my forehead, etc. Blackheads or whiteheads form on the surface of my skin, around the edges of the pool, and I feel like if I pick out the blackheads or uncover the comedons, the liquid will evaporate.
Sometimes I feel channels of fluid between zits, particularly on my forehead, and I pick in the middle of them, trying to open them so the liquid will evaporate or whatever. Sometimes, as my hand is roving over my face, I feel these "pressure" points, over a nerve or something. The sensation is an irresistible pain. It's like the flourish of some kind of brass intrument. When I feel it, I have to pick there. The larger the area over which the twinge occurs when I press on a comedon, the more eager I am to open it and release whatever is inside.
The more I can dig out, the more "productive" I feel. Sometimes I get focussed on a reluctant blackhead or whitehead, and gouge a large, deep scab, as I become determined to dig the thing out.
As I read over this, my face started to itch in a couple of places, which I think is what happens that brings my hand up in the first place. I will stop now, and get ready to go out.
For 35 years, I have picked my face, back, and chest. Though I am 47, I still have oily skin, as did my father.
I almost never look in the mirror and pick. I do go into a trance. When I read/concentrate/do homework, my hand strays up to my face. Before I get out of bed in the morning, I face-pick when I am sort of not quite awake. I did that this morning, and I look quite bad.
The areas above/between my eyebrows have scars from picking. I am going to buy some neosporin with bacitricin, as a couple of people have suggested, and a box of disposeable cotton gloves, if I can find any. I used them years ago in a factory where I worked. Perhaps if I put gloves on when I go to bed, and when I'm reading, concentrating, etc, it will prevent the semi-conscious behavior.
When I pick, it's not about seeing a zit, or worrying about others seeing it. It's the distressing sensation that there is something embedded in my skin, or accumlated under it, that does not belong there, and I have to either dig it out (ie, the blackheads on my nose and chin), or create an opening so it can come out.
I often have a sensation of pools of something forming in the skin under my cheekbones, on my forehead, etc. Blackheads or whiteheads form on the surface of my skin, around the edges of the pool, and I feel like if I pick out the blackheads or uncover the comedons, the liquid will evaporate.
Sometimes I feel channels of fluid between zits, particularly on my forehead, and I pick in the middle of them, trying to open them so the liquid will evaporate or whatever. Sometimes, as my hand is roving over my face, I feel these "pressure" points, over a nerve or something. The sensation is an irresistible pain. It's like the flourish of some kind of brass intrument. When I feel it, I have to pick there. The larger the area over which the twinge occurs when I press on a comedon, the more eager I am to open it and release whatever is inside.
The more I can dig out, the more "productive" I feel. Sometimes I get focussed on a reluctant blackhead or whitehead, and gouge a large, deep scab, as I become determined to dig the thing out.
As I read over this, my face started to itch in a couple of places, which I think is what happens that brings my hand up in the first place. I will stop now, and get ready to go out.