As long as we’re all sharing the whys and wherefores of why we have these particular conditions, I’ll give it a go, at least in regards to my trichotillomania.
No, I was never diagnosed, but (similarly to agentfroot) I know I have it when I’m practically bald in ninth grade. Besides, the description I read of it a few years ago seems eerily familiar.
I think it started with some Gr. 7 science experiment involving looking at one strand of your hair under a microscope. For some reason, I found the sensation of pulling the hair out of my head very soothing. (hey, it’s a disorder of some sort; it’s allowed to be weird)
I wasn’t going through major stress at the time, but in Gr. 8, I started to (mainly because of my parents and stuff). So my reaction to stress? Pull out my hair! Yes, I know it’s not healthy. No matter what my parents tried to do to stop me, I couldn’t. (I remember one night having to sleep with my hands loosely tied with string so I wouldn’t do it… I don’t exactly do that in my sleep, you know!)
My parents always maintained that since I had no cause to be stressed out (“You don’t have any stress in your life, so you shouldn’t be pulling out your hair” – yeah right!), and since that wasn’t really a way to deal with anger, I shouldn’t be doing it. “So you hurt yourself when you get mad?” my mom asked once. Better than hurting YOU, I guess. “I know it’s not unconscious, since I see you looking at the hair after you pull it out, so there’s no excuse.” she told me another time. Did I say it was unconscious? No, I did not. I suppose that if it was an unconscious sort of thing, pulling out my own hair would be okay, and there would hence be no cause for concern. :rolleyes:
There are good times where I don’t pull it out as much as before, and the really bad times when I’m doing it with abandon. In Gr. 12 or so, it broadened into looking for split ends in my hair, and since I can’t abide them in my hair, I’ll take them right out! A few years after that, I began to use scissors to cut my own hair, checking for knots, split ends, etc. Sometimes I’ll manage to stop myself, and other times I won’t.
As a result of all this, I have this sort of thin head of hair. My sister, by contrast, has a LOT of thick hair on her head. so my grandma once commented that she should give some of her hair to me. Yeah whatever! Yes, sometimes I wish i had a full, thick head of hair, but that’s not the case. There is something I can probably do about it, I know… oh well. Right now, the situation is okay, I guess.
Oh, and as for some of my other afflictions? My poor eyesight, limp, and cerebral palsy could be most likely due to my premature birth. I was at least 9 or 10 weeks premature, and weighed 2 pounds, 2 ounces when I was born. My cerebral palsy isn’t severe, but just there enough. (my limp, lack of fine motor skills, etc.)
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