OCD

I have officially diagnosed myself with a disorder classified in the Obsessive Compulsive Spectrum class of disorders. It is called Dermatillomania, otherwise known as Compulsive Skin Picking.

From http://www.ocdaction.org.uk/ocdaction/index.asp?id=214

>>The primary characteristic of Compulsive Skin Picking (CSP) is the repetitive picking at one's own skin to the extent of causing bleeding or damage to the skin to relieve anxiety or urges.

Yes, I do this. Mostly on callouses: formerly on fingers from excessive violin practice, now on heels for no good reason... maybe from wearing flipflops 24/7? Yes, I'm gross. I have done this for as long as I can remember, the first conscious memory of it being in first grade when I accidentally made my finger bleed and was sent to the nurse.

>>CSP symptoms include: recurrent skin picking (people pick different parts of the body, most commonly the face but other areas include feet, hands, arms, scalp, hands).

Thank goodness I don't do this on my face. Apparently it's quite socially debilitating.

>>Some people do most of their picking when they are bored, reading, or watching a movie, and little is going on. For others as the stress ratchets up, so does their picking.

Both of those situations apply to me.

>>CSP may well have an underlying genetic cause.

My mother does this on her face in a spot hidden by her hair.

>>CSP has many similarities with OCD - it is repetitive, ritualistic and temporarily relieves tension. The compulsive and self destructive quality of the behaviour also resembles nail biting and Trichotillomania. There are many that now believe that compulsive hair pulling, skin picking, and nail biting form a subgroup of what is becoming known as the Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder Spectrum.

There you have it. For those of you who already thought I was OCD, here's proof. For those of you who are grossed out, sorry.

old

Does it bother anyone else that kids born in 1990 are now getting their driver's licenses?

sad

I thought I was strong. I was wrong. I don't know how to let go of 3 years of my life and still be okay. God I'm such a trainwreck.

oxygen

look at me
i need a miracle
more than the blood in my veins
the scenery is changing so fast
that i can't keep the face with the names

and i'm having some trouble
walking on water
and turning it into the wine
that got us here in bed
it's more than i bargained for

all that i need
is to learn how to breathe again
and all that i want
is your taste on my lips, on my skin
cause i need you like oxygen

look at us
i don't wanna fight
in a battle where nobody wins
and i've been wrong
i don't understand
why i leave you but come back again

i've been having some trouble
walking on water
and turning it into the wine
that got us here in bed
it's more than i bargained for

and all that i need
is to learn how to breathe again
and all that i want
is your taste on my lips, on my skin
cause i need you like oxygen

"oxygen", welbilt

i miss you onion

bittersweet

Old friends and loved ones make me smile. There's such a sense of comfort and security in the familiarity of old friends who know you to your core. I came back home to Texas feeling refreshed, yet also more than a little bittersweet. I miss you guys dearly and love you all.