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Picking Others?
So, the other day I was standing by my uncle. For some reason I bumped my arm against his and noticed he had a scab on his arm. For some reason I really wanted to pick it, with the same amount of desire that I want to pick my own scabs, if not more. Luckily I resisted. About a year or so ago I had a cat who had scabs on her ears and I picked those off of her, instead of repressing the feeling.
Has anyone ever felt this way?
In reply to Ok and all this time I just by Tgipsy
My mom used to pick at my pimples when I was younger and get such joy out of it. I hated it - it hurt, made me bleed and whatnot, but after my first year in college, I started picking myself. I started using it as a way of dealing with my stress. A few years later, here I am with not much left to pop on myself, and I'm moved back in with my family, which includes two 15 year old boys. It takes everything in me to leave them alone. I'm also sunburned, but on my back, so of course I can't reach it. I have some on my shoulder and chest that's peeling, and it's driving me insane.
You know some people have been able to squeeze pimples or blackheads as a profession, I wonder if they have the same OCD type of obsession as others?
There are several YouTube channels dedicated to this and some others that squeeze mango worms from animals and scrape sand fleas from feet in Africa. I was thinking that people that have a desire to squeeze and pick could watch these videos and fufil their desires by watching.
I watch and find them oddly satisfying
OMG, I'm so glad I looked this up! I too pick anything and everything I can, and not just on myself. Scabs, pimples, my nose, whatever. I'm on oxygen therapy, and my nose gets dried out from the air and the minute I wake up; I gotta go to town on it. Anything on my right arm ends up taking forever to heal because I just sit and pick it, without even thinking about it, watching TV, etc. I also had a cat who had some scabbing around her neck, and everyday I would build up till the right time to take her and sit down and really get into it. Like a whole little routine! She seemed to like it, but I'm pretty sure it didn't help in the long run. But I did it anyway! All my kids and grandkids know that look in my eyes I guess, looking at a scab or pimple they might have, and pull back and run off. The worst is my 20year old son, who had some fairly bad acne or pimples, especially black heads, and I would corner him and do his back, shoulders and arms, and it didn't bother him so much, (except if I tried to do his face). The terrible thing about it is that he now has marks all over those areas from it. I've had to buy many different products and scar erasers to try and get rid of them and it helps only a little. He had beautiful brown, tan skin coloring and now it's covered with dark spots. It kills me to see it, because I know I did it. Now I just do myself, but I will do others if they let me. Why could I not stop this even when I started to see that I might be maiming him? WTH is wrong with me???
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