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I believe it started around sixth grade. The picking, that is. I would scratch at my scalp until I pulled off a small bit of skin and then I would eat it. I'd do it at school mostly, due to anxiety, stress, and having to sit still for so long. Nobody really said anything about it, but I knew they noticed. Things like picking are hard to control, when you realize you're doing it you don't want to stop, you want to get a "good pick." But after that, you feel guilty. I think that guilt is one of the worst feelings ever. Whenever someone asks to touch my hair I panic a little, I don't want them to see or feel the scabs that adorn my scalp. I am so ashamed. Bleaching my hair is excruciating, but it's a necessary step when I colour my hair, as my hair is a darker shade. My family has been looking for a therapist for me for years, but there just isn't one in my area who is accepting new clients in my age group. I really don't know what to do anymore. I'm a freshman this year and I'm afraid the stress of highschool will cause me to pick even more.