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Ashamed
I get cuts and scratches quite often working with animals. I think nothing of them at the time, but to quickly clean the wound. When i am alone i find the need to pick my scabs clean with my nails or other objects. Behind closed doors is where i find comfort. I must be alone to do this disgusting ritual. I dont stop until every scab is picked. I also eat them. My anxiety medicine does not stop me from this. I am so ashamed i cannot describe the physical and psychological pain and guilt. My co workers all ask me what the scars and scabs are from. I brush them off. My boss tells me i must wear long sleeves because my arms are unacceptable to look like that. My parents ridicule me that i have these awful permanent scars and scabs. I am so tired of the shame and ugliness of this disease.
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