Holy holy crap. That just boggles the mind.
From Lisacurl’s cite:
“Skin blemishes are in the same family of horrific, embarrassing things, like peeing with the door open, that you can only go through with an intimate partner,” he says, adding that although he loves it when a girlfriend picks at him, “it’s nowhere near as satisfying as getting at it yourself.”
The thing that boggles my mind the most was that the doctor didn’t get all excited or anything. He just fixed up dad’s leg after ascertaining that he didn’t really need that piece of vein anyway, and said ‘No more surgery. I revoke your medical license.’
Since then, dadsix has limited his home OR to the fixing of ingrown toenails and removal of splinters.
Some of those women quoted could have been me, though I’ve never interrupted foreplay to get at a zit.
I always assumed it was some sort of grooming instinct. Apparently I was right!
I’ve tried to explain to Mr. Lisa that it’s beyond just compulsive… lizard-brain motivation, if you will. He calls me “monkey mama” when I insist on picking.