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Hello everyone. This is my first post on this site and im happy that i have found somewhere that I can lay all this insanity out on the butcher block. The first picking/eating incident which i remember very clearly occurred when i was in second grade. While sitting at my desk i would use my thumbs to stretch the collars of my shirts until they were taught and then bite through the fabric, using my thumbnails as a hard surface to bite against. By the end of each day my shirt would be soaked near the collar and up to 8 inches below that against my chest. There would easily be up to 100 small holes across the entire area. I would hide my shirts when i got home because of was afraid of my parents yelling at me. Months later my mother finally noticed. Instead of yelling though, she was saddened. Now when i look back on it I can see why. For several generations, OCD, panic/anxiety, bipolar, and schizophrenia had a death grip on every member of my family. Some family have joked and called it our family curse but its anything but funny. The creature in my head that caused me to shred my own clothing with my teeth soon transformed itself. I was and still am a very eccentric person and did things that the other neighborhood kids did not partake it. Playing with knives, starting small fires, killing woodland animals with slingshots and other homemade weaponry. Self mutilation became a rewarding endeavor. These activities often caused injury to myself also. This is around the time that I began to notice how oddly satisfying it was to peel scabs off, making sure i got the entire piece including that thick ring of skin that forms around the area where the scab connects to the healthy flesh. Over the many years of indulging in what i see now as a taboo art in a gruesome way, the scars began to accumulate. Many people have noticed the scars that decorate me but a select few know why theyre so prominent. Im 29 years old now. All of the disorders which assail me daily have grown with me. They are not strangers. They all have become good friends. But what was once a seemingly innocent skin rending fetish is now a fully developed case of dermotillomania with a side order of trichotilliomania. Scabs, cuticles, eyelashes, ingrown hairs, imaginary hairs and fibers(morgellons disease?), pimples and blackheads in the underarm region, I cut stretch marks so ill have something to rip open again for weeks, I insert needles into the rough skin near the edges of my toenails and leave them in there for days at a time. I tear off toenails and insert them between my teeth and leave them there because i like the pain in my gums. I "score points" by seeing how many blackheads, ingrown hairs, hair bulbs (follicles), and pimples i can rend in a particular amount of time. Ive done well here with describing some of the things im cursed with performing on myself. The keyword there is "some". There are several more horrifying things which even i cannot bring myself to admit to doing. Thank you if you managed to read this wall of crazed text. And Thank you all for making this website available. Current Medications: Lithium, Gabapentin, Methadone (recovering heroin, fentanyl addict), Herbal teas containing domestic sedative blends, Benadryl.