When you pick, you feel ashamed of what you have done and you have to look at the redness on your skin
and the blood off your fingertips and you have to acknowledge that you did that to yourself.
I have Dermatillomania. It is a compulsive skin picking disorder.
Skin picking becomes a disorder when it affects your day-to-day life, it takes hours out of your day, it takes months off of your life.
Dermatillomania isn’t self-harm. It isn’t a bad habit. It’s related to OCD. It’s a body focused repetitive behaviour.
I remember symptoms from when I was a child and I was in my bed, sleeping and I remember just scratching at mosquito bites.
As a parent, it made me feel, like, something must be triggering it as a coping mechanism and was there not，
something me as a parent like, fail to see or protect her from. That’s kind of, an ongoing feeling too.
And we want to try to fix things but there’s not always things that can be fixed or easily fixed.
Anyone who has Dermatillomania, probably takes anxiety medication because we don’t want to go outside.
Because whenever our skin is bad we don’t want to go to the grocery store, we don’t want to see friends, we don’t want to see anyone.
This helps with me having to go to work every day and deal with that.
There are some days where I don’t pick; there are some days where I only pick at like, two things, like two pimples or whatever.
And then there are some days where I will spend two to three hours in the bathroom.
I don’t keep track of how long I have done it. I know the most I have probably done is maybe, maybe about five hours.
But some people pick for eight hours.
When I pick, I am looking for imperfections in my skin, anything that could be a bump, possibly a pimple. Yeah, I will pick.
I will sit on the countertop to get a closer look and I will pick for hours.