Post by kitkat on Jul 14, 2004 19:02:30 GMT -5
for the longest time i did not want to admit to myself that the fact I am 35 years old and still pick at my "acne" was a problem at all. even sitting here alone and typing this is difficult. but i know it is way out of control and something must be done about this. you see, i say "acne" because most of my acne is self created. if i didnt pick at the blackheads (i think i see, but probably no one else does) everywhere on my body, they probably would not get infected, and then become real pimples.
i am miserable when i look in the mirror, have sex with my husband with my shirt on so he does not see my back or chest or arms. pray know one sees my scalp. and what the hell, put all out on the table, on my butt cheeks as well, in grown hairs on my bikini line. its summer and very hot here in the southern part of the states and i am out in 90+ degree heat with long sleeves and long pants to hide the shameful condition of my skin.
i long to be able to be cool, wear cute summer clothes, a backless gown when i go out clubbing. feel like other women and be able to go swimming - in public in a real bathing suit. to put on make - up and not cringe because it just dont cover enough.
i knew this was a problem. i have a degree in psychology, but the "thats not me" rationale got me. only to figure out years later it is. the posts i have read here for three days now have given me the courage to admit i have a serious issue here. i felt a kinship with your experiences and shed tears knowing i am not alone. swallowed up at how i was going to overcome this.
my husband caught me the other day, and was unconsciously sitting on the couch picking at my back and he asked what was i doing. he knows, but lovingly says nothing, just accepts.
thanks for this board, thanks for reading, this is the first time i have acknowleged this, now i hope to find a way out.
metta,
katherine
i am miserable when i look in the mirror, have sex with my husband with my shirt on so he does not see my back or chest or arms. pray know one sees my scalp. and what the hell, put all out on the table, on my butt cheeks as well, in grown hairs on my bikini line. its summer and very hot here in the southern part of the states and i am out in 90+ degree heat with long sleeves and long pants to hide the shameful condition of my skin.
i long to be able to be cool, wear cute summer clothes, a backless gown when i go out clubbing. feel like other women and be able to go swimming - in public in a real bathing suit. to put on make - up and not cringe because it just dont cover enough.
i knew this was a problem. i have a degree in psychology, but the "thats not me" rationale got me. only to figure out years later it is. the posts i have read here for three days now have given me the courage to admit i have a serious issue here. i felt a kinship with your experiences and shed tears knowing i am not alone. swallowed up at how i was going to overcome this.
my husband caught me the other day, and was unconsciously sitting on the couch picking at my back and he asked what was i doing. he knows, but lovingly says nothing, just accepts.
thanks for this board, thanks for reading, this is the first time i have acknowleged this, now i hope to find a way out.
metta,
katherine