Post by jen on Oct 27, 2004 10:42:28 GMT -5
I thought I was the only person in the world with such a self destructive and revolting habit. And I am so glad I found this forum, because no one understands what it is like, I don’t think I could ever talk to anyone about it. What I do to my body- it’s my biggest secret, it’s the one thing I am so deeply ashamed of, it is what rules my life.
I am nervous about posting this thread as I have never opened up about my problem and have never shared this with anyone. But I am so grateful for all of you who have posted diary entries, and am glad you let me read them. I hope some of you could find the time to read mine and reply.
I have been picking my skin for a long time, it is getting worse and worse and my skin picking sessions are getting longer and longer, I am ruining my life. And I want to stop but I just don’t know how. I am at the worst stage imaginable right now. I have ruined my skin and hate myself for it. Hate that I don’t have control over myself to stop destroying my skin and stop for even half a day.
I am now looking at cosmetic surgery to get back the skin that I would have, if I did not have this obsessive habit. Laser resurfacing, dermabrasion, everything, I am considering, it is so sad though because I am only 18 and shouldn’t have to be thinking about these sorts of procedures at such a young age should I? I should be saving to pay off my $20,000 student loan. And I wonder and think to myself if I go through with such an operation, will the picking stop? I have divots and chicken pox type scars on my face, my chest, my legs, my arms, my feet, my hands and brownish type scars from excessive picking. I hate myself.
Because of this ‘habit’ I do not go out, I will not answer the door if I do not have make up on as I couldn’t bear for anyone to see my scarred face bare. Because of my destructive habit I have had to call in sick numerous times to work as I have picked so badly that I am bleeding all over my body, and because the wounds are open, and have not yet dried up, the foundation will not stay on and therefore people could see. When I was living at home, my mother took me to a skin specialist and spent a lot of money on me getting appointments and medication for me that the dermatologist prescribed, my mother assumed I was suffering from acne, or a rash, she wasn’t sure. I told her and the doctor I had no idea what it was from.
I will only get into a bikini if I wear waterproof foundation ALL over my body, and if I have time to apply it to the scars and marks all over my body. I sometimes accidentally will leave my room door unlocked and if someone comes in, I run to the bathroom with my hands over my face and quickly put a face mask on so that they cannot see my skin, people think this is ‘weird behavior’ but they don’t know. I am getting so bad that I am even finding it hard to look people in the eyes or have a conversation with someone standing close to me, as I can’t bear for them to see what I have done to my skin, even with the masses of make up I have to use to cover up. At a place I sometimes work at, we are required to wear a short sleeved uniform, I have stopped working there because I hate exposing my arms as I have also scarred them very badly, when I was working there I would cover my arms with foundation, but now with the summer season, it sweats off and leaves my arms bare. I had to make up stories about what the scars are from which is so hard to talk about, and even harder for me that people actually notice. I say so many different things, none of which are true of course, I say things like, I had excma when I was younger and have been scarred from it, I say that I had a rash and it has not gone away, I say that the marks are fm chicken pox, I say anything and everything that I can think of, anything except the truth, that I sit for hours each night, sometimes standing on the bathroom bench so that I can be directly under the bathroom lights and see every single pore and squeeze every pore and try and get something out of each one.
Some days I will pick at my skin for up to eight hours. I pick at my face ( I have naturally nice skin, which is what breaks me heart, as I have scarred myself so badly) and I go from my face, to my neck, to my chest, to my breasts, I squeeze little spots on my nipples, in my cleavage, under my breasts, I search for blackheads or little bumps on my stomach, on my lower back, I feel for bumps or imperfections on my neck and try and squeeze them or scrape them with my nails, I move to my scalp and feel it for anything and everything, then I move to my vagina, and search for ingrown hairs, skin bumps, ANYTHING, I then go down my thighs and search for the same again, sometimes using needles to pick open ingrown hairs and bumps again, I then will search in and go to my feet and my toes and then I start with my face and do it all over again until my skin literally feels like it is going to come apart from my flesh. When I finish I just want to die, the anger and resentment I feel towards myself is unbelievable. My skin aches all over my body. I say to myself that ‘tomorrow’ it will all stop, ‘I will stop tomorrow’ I have said that so many times, I have tried everything; I am really desperate for help. I have tried putting calendars around my room with headings saying ’36 days to make a habit, 36 days to break a habit’ the idea is to go 36 days without picking, -I never make it past day one. I have tried, no lights on in the bathroom, I have tried wearing gloves as soon as I come home, I have tried chopping all my finger nails off so they hurt they are so short, I have tried acrylic nails, I have tried to stop by putting photos of me before I developed this obsession with beautiful skin on the bathroom mirror to deter me from picking, EVERYTHING, I am desperate, I need help.
I had a normal childhood and am from a very loving and caring family so I cannot say that picking is a coping mechanism for things in my past I haven’t dealt with. All I know is the rush I get when I squeeze out puss or liquid from a pore, is unbelievable, it is the most amazing feeling. I even dream about squeezing my skin, so much so that my dreams will wake me up as I crave to pick my skin, so I get up from bed and the picking fest starts all over again.
I have been thinking about medication as maybe I suffer from an obsessive compulsive disorder….
I am nervous about posting this thread as I have never opened up about my problem and have never shared this with anyone. But I am so grateful for all of you who have posted diary entries, and am glad you let me read them. I hope some of you could find the time to read mine and reply.
I have been picking my skin for a long time, it is getting worse and worse and my skin picking sessions are getting longer and longer, I am ruining my life. And I want to stop but I just don’t know how. I am at the worst stage imaginable right now. I have ruined my skin and hate myself for it. Hate that I don’t have control over myself to stop destroying my skin and stop for even half a day.
I am now looking at cosmetic surgery to get back the skin that I would have, if I did not have this obsessive habit. Laser resurfacing, dermabrasion, everything, I am considering, it is so sad though because I am only 18 and shouldn’t have to be thinking about these sorts of procedures at such a young age should I? I should be saving to pay off my $20,000 student loan. And I wonder and think to myself if I go through with such an operation, will the picking stop? I have divots and chicken pox type scars on my face, my chest, my legs, my arms, my feet, my hands and brownish type scars from excessive picking. I hate myself.
Because of this ‘habit’ I do not go out, I will not answer the door if I do not have make up on as I couldn’t bear for anyone to see my scarred face bare. Because of my destructive habit I have had to call in sick numerous times to work as I have picked so badly that I am bleeding all over my body, and because the wounds are open, and have not yet dried up, the foundation will not stay on and therefore people could see. When I was living at home, my mother took me to a skin specialist and spent a lot of money on me getting appointments and medication for me that the dermatologist prescribed, my mother assumed I was suffering from acne, or a rash, she wasn’t sure. I told her and the doctor I had no idea what it was from.
I will only get into a bikini if I wear waterproof foundation ALL over my body, and if I have time to apply it to the scars and marks all over my body. I sometimes accidentally will leave my room door unlocked and if someone comes in, I run to the bathroom with my hands over my face and quickly put a face mask on so that they cannot see my skin, people think this is ‘weird behavior’ but they don’t know. I am getting so bad that I am even finding it hard to look people in the eyes or have a conversation with someone standing close to me, as I can’t bear for them to see what I have done to my skin, even with the masses of make up I have to use to cover up. At a place I sometimes work at, we are required to wear a short sleeved uniform, I have stopped working there because I hate exposing my arms as I have also scarred them very badly, when I was working there I would cover my arms with foundation, but now with the summer season, it sweats off and leaves my arms bare. I had to make up stories about what the scars are from which is so hard to talk about, and even harder for me that people actually notice. I say so many different things, none of which are true of course, I say things like, I had excma when I was younger and have been scarred from it, I say that I had a rash and it has not gone away, I say that the marks are fm chicken pox, I say anything and everything that I can think of, anything except the truth, that I sit for hours each night, sometimes standing on the bathroom bench so that I can be directly under the bathroom lights and see every single pore and squeeze every pore and try and get something out of each one.
Some days I will pick at my skin for up to eight hours. I pick at my face ( I have naturally nice skin, which is what breaks me heart, as I have scarred myself so badly) and I go from my face, to my neck, to my chest, to my breasts, I squeeze little spots on my nipples, in my cleavage, under my breasts, I search for blackheads or little bumps on my stomach, on my lower back, I feel for bumps or imperfections on my neck and try and squeeze them or scrape them with my nails, I move to my scalp and feel it for anything and everything, then I move to my vagina, and search for ingrown hairs, skin bumps, ANYTHING, I then go down my thighs and search for the same again, sometimes using needles to pick open ingrown hairs and bumps again, I then will search in and go to my feet and my toes and then I start with my face and do it all over again until my skin literally feels like it is going to come apart from my flesh. When I finish I just want to die, the anger and resentment I feel towards myself is unbelievable. My skin aches all over my body. I say to myself that ‘tomorrow’ it will all stop, ‘I will stop tomorrow’ I have said that so many times, I have tried everything; I am really desperate for help. I have tried putting calendars around my room with headings saying ’36 days to make a habit, 36 days to break a habit’ the idea is to go 36 days without picking, -I never make it past day one. I have tried, no lights on in the bathroom, I have tried wearing gloves as soon as I come home, I have tried chopping all my finger nails off so they hurt they are so short, I have tried acrylic nails, I have tried to stop by putting photos of me before I developed this obsession with beautiful skin on the bathroom mirror to deter me from picking, EVERYTHING, I am desperate, I need help.
I had a normal childhood and am from a very loving and caring family so I cannot say that picking is a coping mechanism for things in my past I haven’t dealt with. All I know is the rush I get when I squeeze out puss or liquid from a pore, is unbelievable, it is the most amazing feeling. I even dream about squeezing my skin, so much so that my dreams will wake me up as I crave to pick my skin, so I get up from bed and the picking fest starts all over again.
I have been thinking about medication as maybe I suffer from an obsessive compulsive disorder….