Going on holiday, for me, is a great way to help with trichotillomania. In fact I barely pulled any hairs – and didn’t want to pull any – the whole time (as far as I can remember) except for the very last day when I was feeling a bit more tired and a bit more stressed.
In fact one moment sticks very clearly in my mind, just reminding me of how frustrating this little condition can be. I was sitting with my boyfriend holding a glass of water in my hand. I asked him to hold it for me, for no apparent reason, and he did. After a minute or so he said ‘why am I holding this for you?’ and I just got upset. The reason I had got him to hold it was so I could pull out and fiddle with my hair.
Although this is a kind of trivial story I thought I would write about it because it is an example of just how hard it is to stay in control 100% of the time when you have trichotillomania, or any other disorder that seems to happen without you realising. I usually don’t get so upset, and it was quite overwhelming. My boyfriend, of course, was fine about it even though I refused to tell him what was wrong for a few minutes.
Do you ever have these frustrating, upsetting and trichy trichotillomania moments?
