Why I Pull Out My Hair
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Fast forward, I just had my 33rd birthday. I haven't looked at pornography in over 5 years. But I'm still struggling with pulling out my hair. And that's how I know how much of a stronghold this has on my life. I do it mainly when I'm self-soothing or just under a lot of stress. I know my triggers and I still can't defeat this thing. I have tried N-acetylcysteine, shaving my hair short, prayer. My wife will even swat my hand down (bless her heart) if she sees me reaching for a hair. But then I end up getting mad at her for not letting me have my fix.
My theory is that I don't truly value and love myself and that's why I'm willing to inflict damage upon myself. Sometimes I even use pulling to "punish" myself for not understanding technical things. It's self-mutilating and there is a lot of shame and guilt associated with it.
I'm still hopeful that one day I can overcome this habit (disorder?). I sure as hell don't want to have kids and have them grow up watching daddy pull hairs.
It's very hard to redirect all the activity that our mind produces at all times, I have very similar issues and I understand that too.
I think it's related to stress and when I have nothing to do with my hands. This is not happening when being active outside in nature.
I've noticed that I'v actually started touching and searching for hairs in my beard while thinking about this next sentence...
When I search for a hair with my fingers and found one I can find that particular hair without looking, I know what it feels like, where it is and it has to come out. I keep picking until it's gone. Sometimes I throw it away, sometimes I put the hair softly against my lips, the lips are very sensitive and able to feel the shape of a single hair.
Shaving helps for a bit, but a couple days later it's the worst because all the hairs have the perfect length... Just long enough to find, just short enough so it's a challenge to grab them.
Sometimes I close my eyes to really focus on the feeling of the fingers and concentrate on grabbing that hair.
Sometimes I use both hands, one to grab the skin and make the hair go up a little bit so it's easier to grab.
My partner gets mad on me when I do it, but none of my colleagues ever said anything about but I'm sure they noticed.
It's definitely a disorder and very hard to stop by yourself.
While thinking of a closing remark I picked another hair, I guess that speaks for itself.
I can recall visiting the bathroom multiple times per evening to find new hairs to pluck out of a particular area on the side of my face, as a form of procrastination and distraction from stresses I was feeling.
I think it stopped when I finished high school, and I haven't exhibited this particular habit ever since.
However, it was in the year after I finished high school (1995) that the internet started becoming a thing, and I jumped on board quickly and developed the habit of frequently checking things (news sites, and, ahem, discussion boards) online.
I can't help but ponder that if it weren't for having a phone in my pocket and being able to reach in and check Twitter or HN every time I needed a dopamine hit or a distraction from anxiety, I might instead be carrying tweezers in my pocket and plucking hairs every hour or two :)
Try to scratch your beard gently, caress a cat, etc. Lace your shoes differently, switch from one loop wrap to bunny ears. Since I watched "Dealt" movie I've been shuffling a deck of cards while reading from screen, it feels very comforting.
You have to foster these good habits the hard way, through repetitions. Don't be hard on yourself plucking hairs or skin picking has occurred once again, but praise yourself for how much of a cat lover or agile deck shuffler you are.
You can try to smoke and workout at the same time but that'll just likely make you sick and vomit. heh
Until I find another spot.
I forced my self to stop several times for a few months, but in times when I am stressed or less mindful I do it again -_-
Oftentimes a beard hair will grow into my skin and I will unconsciously pick at non-ingrown hairs in the general region until there is a small hairless hole surrounding the actual ingrown hair.
I have to consciously tell myself to get a needle and fish it out preemptively so that this doesn't happen.
I've tried all sorts of ways to stop but the activity is sub conscious and by the time I'm aware of it its too late.
This is like when I discovered that my tinnitus isn't normal, and that most people don't have an incessant ringing in their ears.
Luckily, like the writer of this blog post, it isn't really noticeable on my head (my hair is already quite thin), which is why I've never realise it's not normal.
My father has it too (and my grandfather had shit hearing), so I think it's in part hereditary. Years of construction work with power tools and target shooting (often without hearing protection) hasn't helped though.
I've had tinnitus since as long as I can remember. It doesn't bother me, I usually don't even notice it unless I'm specifically thinking about it. I've had it so long that I don't actually have a baseline of what true silence is, my brain usually just filters it out (although depressive episodes and drinking often bring it out).
I've read stories about people who've been driven mad by their tinnitus. Thankfully it barely affects my life. Like, now that I'm thinking about it, I can hear it above everything, but when I wake up in the morning I'll forget I have it.
Protect your ears man.
I’ve always wanted to go to one of those acoustically-dead rooms, where you can hear the blood pumping through your veins. Or will I?
Give me just a bit of actual noise to hear, please and thank you.
Similar to how some people in need of glasses never go to the optometrist because they think that seeing blurry is normal. Or colorblind individuals that are not aware that not everyone sees life in two colors.
I also had floaters in my visions for ages before being told that not everyone has those... and visual snow / static even in daylight, which it turns out not everyone has.
Damn, my body's sensors are so defective.
[+] Well, slightly used lol
For all I know there's something wrong with my sense of touch or smell. I never smelled a flower and then proceeded to ask the person next to me "do this smells like X to you?"
Take cilantro as an example. For 5 to 15% if the population, it tastes just like soap. I am sure that a lot of people think that it tastes soapy for everyone else.
Being unaware of a problem with hearing is similarly easy. If a problem doesn't cause physical pain, doesn't have any real-world consequences, and doesn't physically manifest full-strength all at once, the brain can do a lot to keep us from noticing the existence or the progression of the problem.
Many people do in fact not seek medical attention for problems they have had for very long amounts of time. People are quite adaptable. If you have grown up with some peculiar trait that nobody else has it is not so easy to notice that something is off as we learn to work around it seamlessly, the same is often true in people who suffer from depression, it can be easy to just accept it as the normal state of affairs.
I also doubt that this is related to intelligence. On the contrary, it often seems that people with high aptitude have a particular talent for rationalising conditions that set them apart from others. This, for example, shows up in certain political biases, where higher education among some groups correlates with worse understanding about facts. (https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/11/14/upshot/climat...)
Not saying you're not doing that, but just a good reminder. I have someone close to me that suffers from this (and is embarrassed by it) and it's helped both of us to sort of view it as a biological quirk/defect (like wearing glasses) vs something really shameful.
Cheek and lip biting isn't normal? I mean just kinda gently chewing on the inside of your cheeks/lips while you're thinking.
That isn't to say I don't do it. But when I do, I recognize that I shouldn't be.
My biggest problem was boredom while driving and the thing that felt the best to me was pulling apart a certain type of sponge. I make a little mess on long car rides but it's better then hurting myself.