Beating Trich Community Group
You mean that there is a name for IT? Im not weird? Trichotillomania, that big, long word that is the bane of our world. With knowledge and support of others we CAN break free and live without this disorder interfering with our lives. Lets keep this uplifting and supportive and give each other the encouragement the other needs to make it to that next day.
strongerbk8
Hi guys! I joined this group in the hopes that your encouragement and support will help me conquer my battle with trich :) I've been pulling my hair out for 5-6 years. I used to have thick, long, healthy hair. People used to touch it and envy me for how it would shine. After a year or two of trich, though, I managed to destroy all of it. I wasn't one of those people who would just pull 10 hairs a day or something; when I got started, I could go on forever. Trich has been a major roller coaster ride for me. During the bad times, I had big bald spots in my hair that I couldn't hide; I had my hair shaved off three times; I wore wigs. I also went through two phases when I just could not stop cutting my hair. Pulling made me depressed and stressed; that negative emotional state of course only induced me to pull even more. The good times, during which I had my trich under control, generally only lasted 2 months or so. Currently, I have short, full hair with short bangs. Short short short. I worry that I look unattractive, unfeminine, etc. (I'm convinced I look like a sea urchin when I step out of the shower, even though my friends tell me that's just my imagination), but I'm happy to just have hair again! I haven't pulled since November 15--that's 72 days. During that period of time, my hair has grown a lot. I can feel the urges starting to crop back up on me again, though, so I'm making a thread here to stay firm with my commitment to be pull-free!
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Congrats :)
THANKS SO MUCH to everyone for your support. It means so much. It helps me keep going, even when it's rough.
Aww, medfly, thanks so much for composing a very witty and clever post to congratulate me even if I couldn't see it! I hate it when those stupid technologies turn their backs on us and rebel. Grrr.
I got a haircut yesterday and the woman went on and on about how much my hair had grown out! she told me she really liked it! Now that I've gotten it trimmed all around, I'm no longer obsessing over the thinner hairs. I've also been very good and leaving that tender spot alone.
So far so good :) I'm already three days into my next goal of being 125 days pull-free.
Thanks again, guys :)
At least I still managed to not pull...
I've also done that thing where you grab a big chunk of hair and just pull. Ha. I find it very effective to get a fine tooth comb and just comb my scalp for a while. Helps a lot.
You're doing really really great.
You can do this!! You’ve already done amazingly well!!
I was doing well for a while. I didn't pull. I grew my hair out. I reached 104 days pull-free Monday morning. But that night, disaster struck. I was so tired, exhausted, fed up, stressed, depressed and upset that I didn't have anything left in me to fight off all the urges. That spot on my left side had been sore, tender and annoying for several days as I had posted, and I had been tugging on it a bit. I knew what would happen--I know how it would go: I would tug, a few strands would inadvertently slide out eventually in a sickeningly enjoyable way whether I meant to or not. AND THAT WOULD BE ALL IT TOOK TO FALL RIGHT BACK. I knew all this, but it made no difference for me that night. The tug eventually led to a few hairs being pulled out, even if I hadn't been trying to pull them. And it just felt so good, so sickeningly right--as if it's what I had been missing this whole time. I told myself, "I deserve this. I've been going through such tough times. I've been so good so far. Just a few hairs don't count." And then the hideous cycle began again. I felt that I had ended up exactly where I had been before. I managed to do some damage--not enough for it to be noticeable or to create an actual bald spot, but enough damage. Accompanied with that were feelings of helplessness, guilt, shame, horror and the sense of lack of control that frightens me to death. I sulked and floundered in my misery for a day and a half, wishing someone would save me, trying vainly to stop, hoping for some sort of miracle that would help me snap out of it and go back to being pull-free. I considered giving up.
But I was too strong. I had always seen my trich as a set of dominoes--the moment that first hair fell, it brought on an unstoppable storm that caused all the others to fall, a wild fire in a dry forest that couldn't be contained--that once I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. but I realized that this was wrong. I'm strong and I have control over my life. It's not how often you fall down that matters--but how often you pick yourself up. After all, I've come such a long way from where I've started. And along the way, I've picked up some useful tricks and knowledge that I can still put into use.
With all of this in mind, I started over, with no despair or sense of hopelessness holding me back. I started day one again on February 29 with hope, confidence, a strong sense of self and the belief that I CAN DO IT. I've been pull-free since.
In a way, it's actually made me feel better. I was so worried about what would happen when I relapsed--I worried about whether I would be able to pick myself back up or just let it all fall apart again and undo all the work I had done. I was so dreading and fearing a relapse that I couldn't really enjoy the accumulation of my pull-free days because in my head, that meant I was that much closer to a relapse. Well, it happened--and I managed to get right back on track after only a day and a half with little damage. That's NEVER happened before, and to me, that's more of an accomplishment than the 104 pull-free days I had before. Now I know that I AM getting better, that I AM fighting trich, that it's working. Not just a streak of luck that had held me suspended over doom.
Feeling pretty awesome :) By the end of today, I will have been six days pull-free. Going strong :)
7 days pull-free :) 8 by the end of today. How do people normally count their pull-frees? Do they wait until the next day or count it at midnight or start the first day as being day 1 even if you haven't gone that whole day being pull-free? Just wondering.
You can do this!
Hurrah!
8 days pull-free!