Monday, April 30, 2007

I should have done this a long time ago...

So, lately, I've been obsessed with reading other people's blogs about their disorders (eating disorders mostly, since I'm writing a paper on bulimia) and I've notice there isn't anything out there for my disorder or whatever the hell it is classified as.
I have trichotillomania. I have had it for around 13 years...and I'm 24. That's a long time.
Basically, I pull out my hair. Weird, huh? Well, not for me. It's normal. It's my thing. It's what I do.
I've tried stopping a few times. Yes, you'd think, "Why haven't you tried more? Only a "few" times in 13 years? That's stupid." I agree, but it's not that simple.
It's so normal for me now. I have so much to talk about, I don't know where to start.
I pulled out my first hair watching MASH late at night. Weird how I remember that crap.
I also bite my nails CONSTANTLY. Mostly, it's so I don't pull out my hair. It works, more or less. Plus, I can do it in front of other people and they may think I'm nervous, but if I pulled out my hair, they may be really confused.
Anyways, to make a long story short, I've been pulling for 13 years. It took me 3 years to tell my boyfriend, who is pretty reasonable and supportive when it comes to me doing what I do best.
How do people not notice? That's simple. I have shoulder length hair that I keep up in a pony tail and comb over my thin spots. Some are bald, some just thin. It's gross for me to even say it and this shit is my life. So funny, in a depressing kind of way.
I also use mascara to fill in my thin spots. I think it's common, who knows.
I made this blog because the last blog I found was from 2004 for trich and since I am trying to "quit" (do we ever stop?), I need to document my efforts, because I'm sick of doing well, getting a rad ass hair cut and then fucking up and trying all over again.
I also just recently got on medication, but between you and me, I don't think it's working.
I've tried Zoloft and now I'm on Effexor. I can't bring myself to tell my doctor I pull out my hair. I just tell her I have bad habits along with anxiety.
Blah. This is long.
I'm going to stop now. Hopefully someone will read this.

Me