Post by Laura on Dec 19, 2003 3:20:31 GMT -5
Hi, umm, I don't want to give away my real name until I am more comfortable, so I will just refer to myself as "afraid" - which is exactly how I feel at this moment.
I'm 18 years old, and my pimple picking addiction started when I was 11. I call it an addiction because that's what it is. I am very depressed and my parents took me to our family doctor, who diagnosed me with the anxiety disorder, OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). He has prescribed me a variety of treatments over the years, from face washes to the Pill to help lessen my acne. This year I have been on Zoloft, and he recently doubled my daily dosage because it wasn't very affective. It works okay I guess... it eases my anxiety, but it doesn't stop my compulsive picking.
He also made an appointment for me to see a psychiatrist; January the 8th, 2004, is my first session with him. I hope he's nice. My family doctor also asked me if I had been hearing voices in my head, telling me to hurt myself - I told him straight out that I was not schitzophrenic, and I knew that my problem was a psychological addiction - not some outside force influencing my behaviour. I am obsessive, not insane.
I want to stop picking. Everytime I pick I scar myself. I know that, I know its bad, I know I should stop. But I can't. My picking is not just my face, but my neck, shoulders, chest, and back. I guess I think that if I pick my body rather than my face, I can put a t-shirt on and hide the evidence.
It also seems to be a sub-conscious behaviour. While I am watching tv, in the shower, and even right now while I have been typing this, I pick and scratch without even thinking about, or realise I'm doing it.
I have also started scratching my scalp. It's not itchy or anything, I have just started doing it because I'm trying to stop picking at my face. At least any scars I cause can't be seen under my hair.
I know that what I do is self mutilation, but I can't fight it. I have even started thinking about cutting myself. I don't want to die, I won't commit suicide. I just want to hurt myself. I don't know why.
I'm afraid... can you help me?
I'm 18 years old, and my pimple picking addiction started when I was 11. I call it an addiction because that's what it is. I am very depressed and my parents took me to our family doctor, who diagnosed me with the anxiety disorder, OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder). He has prescribed me a variety of treatments over the years, from face washes to the Pill to help lessen my acne. This year I have been on Zoloft, and he recently doubled my daily dosage because it wasn't very affective. It works okay I guess... it eases my anxiety, but it doesn't stop my compulsive picking.
He also made an appointment for me to see a psychiatrist; January the 8th, 2004, is my first session with him. I hope he's nice. My family doctor also asked me if I had been hearing voices in my head, telling me to hurt myself - I told him straight out that I was not schitzophrenic, and I knew that my problem was a psychological addiction - not some outside force influencing my behaviour. I am obsessive, not insane.
I want to stop picking. Everytime I pick I scar myself. I know that, I know its bad, I know I should stop. But I can't. My picking is not just my face, but my neck, shoulders, chest, and back. I guess I think that if I pick my body rather than my face, I can put a t-shirt on and hide the evidence.
It also seems to be a sub-conscious behaviour. While I am watching tv, in the shower, and even right now while I have been typing this, I pick and scratch without even thinking about, or realise I'm doing it.
I have also started scratching my scalp. It's not itchy or anything, I have just started doing it because I'm trying to stop picking at my face. At least any scars I cause can't be seen under my hair.
I know that what I do is self mutilation, but I can't fight it. I have even started thinking about cutting myself. I don't want to die, I won't commit suicide. I just want to hurt myself. I don't know why.
I'm afraid... can you help me?