I’ve never been formally diagnosed, but I’ve always had a problem with skin picking since I hit puberty. It started with grooming when I’m stressed. I’d comb and comb my hair. I’d redo my ponytail again and again because it wasn’t “smooth”. If I felt a bump or tuft out of place, I had to do it over. I couldn’t leave it alone or just pin it down with a Bobby pin. Then I started to pick at my acne and “skin bumps”. And I’d pick at anything on my face that didn’t feel “smooth”. My parents started noticing that more picking scars or picking redness would show up when I’m stressed. And then with time, it migrated to picking bumps on my scalp since it was a lot less noticeable.
I think I go through periods of picking frenzies. Sometimes it’s associated with stress. Sometimes not. I’ll keep picking the one or two spots until it starts bleeding. Or my hand starts hurting because I’ve kept it on that awkward angle for a long time for many days. I kind of got worried and made a more conscious effort to stop myself when my nails started hurting a lot. I think I started to erode the fleshy bit where nail meets finger. I keep my hair up and tied so I don’t mess with it.
Yesterday was the second time where I got into a really bad picking episode. It was one spot that I kept picking at. I’d try to stop by combing my hair and putting it up, but I was back picking at it within minutes. I couldn’t do my work because I needed both hands to type. I started getting anxious and had to just sit there and pick at that spot for what felt like hours. I couldn’t get the rough spot that didn’t belong off. And usually I can leave it alone and focus back on work or whatever I needed to do. But yesterday I don’t know what happened. I stopped doing what I was doing so I could concentrate on getting that bumpy skin off. And when it wouldn’t come off no matter how I picked at it, I kinda freaked out. I scratched through my whole head and then scratched up and down my arms. I felt like things were crawling under my skin. It wasn’t itchy. It’s so hard to explain. And i was so upset. I needed to get it off. And it wasn’t. And why am I panicking about this weird feeling? I don’t even know what this feeling is. It was like I didn’t know what I wanted to get relief but I REALLY NEEDED IT.
I don’t know. I feel like a crazy person. I’m sure if anyone was around, they’d think I’m psychotic. Thank god it didn’t get as bad as the first time when I ended up scratching myself and crying and scratching until I was too tired to do anything.