Post by Hannahsue on Dec 20, 2009 15:43:39 GMT -5
I started picking my face at a young age: probably when I was 9 or 10. When I first started getting acne on my face and back, my mom would point it out or help me pick it. Sometimes my stepfather would even offer to help, and my mom would point them out to her friends (my friends parents) while I was at dance class.
Soon I began to assume that pimples and acne must be demolished always, that it was unacceptable to have it. That is when I started to stay in the bathroom for long periods of time, picking my face and back, when I had thought that I had done too much on the face, or could not find fresh pores.
Those years I always picked when I was at my mom's house, probably because it was very stressful for me to be there, and because everyone would go to bed before I was ready to sleep. I would stay up very late, and then have alot more stress in the morning. Sometimes I would look forward to friday nights because I could do all the damage I wanted, and have time for it to heal before going back to school. At school I felt stressed and lonely during middle school, which I think most people do. Those were the worst years for me as far as face picking goes. When I stopped staying at my mom's house, I still did it, but not quite as much.
I am in my first year of college now, and I still pick my face. The biggest reason that it is a problem is that it keeps me from going to bed when I am tired, and need to get up in the morning. The problem has calmed down because I have learned how to pace myself and only do surface picking. I have tried various methods for quitting, such as covering the mirror, writing in a journal, a rubber band on my wrist, etc. Each method I have tried helps for some time, and then I give up.
My dad knows, and he has been helpful, because he did the same thing as a teenager.
Now I am going to try some new methods and hope for the best!
Good luck to everyone on your journeys to freedom!!!
Soon I began to assume that pimples and acne must be demolished always, that it was unacceptable to have it. That is when I started to stay in the bathroom for long periods of time, picking my face and back, when I had thought that I had done too much on the face, or could not find fresh pores.
Those years I always picked when I was at my mom's house, probably because it was very stressful for me to be there, and because everyone would go to bed before I was ready to sleep. I would stay up very late, and then have alot more stress in the morning. Sometimes I would look forward to friday nights because I could do all the damage I wanted, and have time for it to heal before going back to school. At school I felt stressed and lonely during middle school, which I think most people do. Those were the worst years for me as far as face picking goes. When I stopped staying at my mom's house, I still did it, but not quite as much.
I am in my first year of college now, and I still pick my face. The biggest reason that it is a problem is that it keeps me from going to bed when I am tired, and need to get up in the morning. The problem has calmed down because I have learned how to pace myself and only do surface picking. I have tried various methods for quitting, such as covering the mirror, writing in a journal, a rubber band on my wrist, etc. Each method I have tried helps for some time, and then I give up.
My dad knows, and he has been helpful, because he did the same thing as a teenager.
Now I am going to try some new methods and hope for the best!
Good luck to everyone on your journeys to freedom!!!