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Picky, Picky, PickyHave you ever heard of Self-Injurious Skin Picking Disorder? Yeah. Me, neither. The tendency to pick must be hereditary. My mother and grandmother were both zit pickers, and so am I. I just didn’t know the disorder had a name. Now I know. Lucky me. I went to the doctor, sure I had skin cancer or something worse, whatever that might be. After all, it’s been 18 months, and I just can’t get my face to clear up. Just so you know, this is the only part of me that still looks sixteen. “You need to stop touching your face,” Dr. Craemer said. “Oh, I’ve stopped picking it,” I assured him. “Five whole days ago. But I do find my hand running across the surface of my face all the time, just to see how it’s doing since I stopped picking it…” He looked down at my chart, clearly avoiding eye-to-zit contact. “Katy, I think you might be a little bit…” The good doctor hesitated then, but as usual, I didn’t. “What? OC?” He nodded. “I could send you for a few appointments to learn some behavior modification techniques—” “No, please! I’m fine. Besides, I’m too old to modify anything, honestly. And compared to Doug, I’m not OC at all. Can’t I just try this on my own?” “Sure, you can. You know, OC can work in your favor on occasion.” “You mean, if I can somehow become obsessive/compulsive about not picking my face?” “You got it.” I’ll just go on record here as saying that I have a brand new, positive OC behavior. How’s that for progress?
Posted by Katy on 06/07/06 at 09:20 PM
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