Well, I don't know how many people will see this. But if even one person can see this and think 'yes, she gives me a little hope', that will be enough for me.Ā
I'll start off by saying I am NOT an upset person. I have trichotillomania, but I've let it be a part of me. If you ask my friends, they would say 'Well, she's definitely lively alright.' I think, in my opinion, that the way of realising what trich is, is by accepting it.
So, I found out about trichotillomania when I was 13. And when i really thought back, the age I remember starting this was when I was 11. I spent a couple of months stressing out so much and this led to more pulling due to stress. I had one of the most depressing summers ever. This was because I did nothing for 7 weeks, just had my laptop, and the internet can have some pretty depressing stuff.
I had this online journal to get my feeling out on, and people were allowed to reply back to me. Hearing one of those responses wasn't the nicest feeling.
But then, I went back to school, and I finally decided I wanted to not feel like this anymore. And boy, can I say that the person i told was an incredible listener. When i broke down in front of her, she didn't judge me. She was probably thinking 'I wouldn't have thought she was going through a rough patch'. The next few months were agonizing.
She was going to get me help to talk about what was happening to me, and how it was affecting me. But things weren't going my way, letters lost in the mail, them rejecting me for some reason. And that was when she told me to speak to my parents.Ā Ā
Ah, my parents. I think when i finally told them that they had a daughter who found pleasure in pulling out her hair in situations that are stressful for her, they were pretty much denying it. My sister laughed at me.Ā
Mum and Dad told me that they will sort things out, like they could sort everything in my life out. They took me to a hypnotherapist. That was fun. All I remember is a VERY comfortable chair. I went a few times, and yes, it helped but not to an extent that I completely stopped. That is what they thought. But we all know its not like that.
A few friends know. But I want to keep it as a few.Ā
But after that therapy session, and when it didn't work, i stopped trying to force myself to take my hand off my head and just to let it go. Ā I think when I finally accepted that it was okay to cry myself to sleep when I've pulled clumps out, and that its okay to find that I pull my hair unconsciously during class.
I'm not saying that I rarely pull out my hair anymore. actually my desk and keyboard is covered in hair as i write this. I've stopped hating myself for it.
So with that, my ask is open, and I'm pretty positive that this won't go anywhere but if there is someone there that got to the end of my VERY long story that needs a little cheering up, I'd love to help.