I went to my physican today, in hopes to try Latisse. I told him that I had trichotillomania (knowing that he probably didn't even know what it is)and I would like to try out Latisse. He says that he thinks that it's something I need to talk to a psychologist about and he can recommend one. I know exactly what the psychologist is going to say, something along the lines of being crazy and I have a weird problem that they know nothing about. Not very many physicians/psychologists know about this. They will try and tell you it's something that it's not. All I wanted to do was to get Latisse and feel better about myself, I want to be able to feel and look pretty and feel NORMAL. I don't want to have to worry about going swimming and my eyeliner smear off. I want to go places without wearing makeup. As soon as I told him what trichotillomania was, I could feel the way he thought I was messed up in the head. I don't even want to go to the place they referred me too. I went there when I was in 9th grade, I overdosed on Tylenol. Nobody understood me and I was a "rebel." I now know what life means to me and I wouldn't try to do it again. I hate the way some psychologists make you feel like crap, I've been to them and they are all the same. OK, so I can't say that they're all the same, but I haven't met a good one yet, I'm sure that there are good one's out there. One's that take time to understand. I'm really not sure if I'm going to go. Maybe I should, just to see what they say. One time isn't going to hurt. I just feel as if, if he/she starts making me feel uncomfortable, I'm going to tell them. Ugh, too much on my mind, I know this sounds all over, I'm really just venting. Thanks for reading!
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