#picking tw

[attex]

pick pick pick pick pick

[mintmatcha]

kyotani lets me pick at his blackheads even though he bitches about it the whole time

[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

The caregiver having to bound or hold whumpees hands to stop them from anxiously picking their scabs.

[mossrotts]

i hate that i can be having like, a perfectly good day! maybe even in a good mood!

and then the body dysmorphia hits so hard and i'm standing in the bathroom for hours on end picking skin till my body's raw and sore and my feet ache and my knees strain from locking

[saintharvest]

i dont shave my legs very often for two reasons

1) i'll probably start picking again when leg hair begins to grow back

2) i like the way it feels and i find myself rubbing my legs it usually takes my mind off of things

[girlaboutcampus]

dermotillomania

Most people have a couple of scars from childhood playground scrapes; oven burns that never healed; cuts from sports injuries. I have one on my left knee from skidding on the gritty concrete of my primary school playground during a game of rounders, an injury so common that a number of my classmates can boast sporting a similar injury. It’s not my only scar, however. My skin is a perfect pointillism portrait of every cat scratch, chicken pock, bug bite and grazed knee I have ever had. I have excoriation disorder, also known as dermotillomania.

Dermotillomania is an obsessive-compulsive type disorder whereby sufferers compulsively pick at perceived imperfections in their skin, such as spots or bug bites- some people will pick at skin that has absolutely nothing wrong with it. This sets it apart from other mental illnesses in that it is easily one of the more physically obvious ones, yet it’s one of the least well known. 

I pick constantly. Most of the time I don’t even know I’m doing it until I break the skin and start bleeding. I don’t know exactly when this started, as I didn’t do it much as a young child, but it got worse into my pre-teen years when I remember my parents threatening to clip my nails short and make me wear gloves to sleep. After developing mild acne in my teenage years, I remember the embarrassment and shame of having small red dots of blood blossom on the shoulders of my shirts during stressful or boring classes. These days it’s a subconscious response to stress, of which I have a lot- catch me in the library, poring over my notes, scratching at razor burn on my leg. 

Unlike many other mental illnesses, dermotillomania doesn’t have the problem of being glamorized in the media. This is because people don’t know it even exists, but also because dermotillomania is everything harmful and troubling about mental illness grossly externalised in a way that isn’t so easy to digest. Sufferers are often made to feel weak, disgusting and unhygienic for what is perceived to be no more than a bad habit- like picking your nose or nail-biting. 

This World Mental Health Day, I’m raising awareness of this condition for those of you who might also be suffering with it, unaware of the fact that it’s not just an unhealthy habit you’ve picked up, and for those of you who are unaware of its existence at all. 

[underpaidslacker]

the picking feel when you finally pop the thing 

sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

[haverdee]

rejoice! skin picker finally gets rid of a pesky cyst