Finally!

I have been picking for nearly as long as I can remember. Lately, it has gotten out of control. I mostly pick at my upper thighs and but. When I had my children, I noticed the pores on my breasts getting larger, and began to pick at them as well. Last week, I was in a staff meeting with my entire department, and picked at a mole on my neck the entire time until it became red and bloody. When I got home, my husband, sister and father ridiculed me for it. I picked at another mole on my wrist that day, too. The mark on my neck has made my problem apparent to others, now, and it's so horribly embarrassing that I began to google last night. Who knew there was a name for this!? I feel like I'm not crazy any more... and like I'm even crazier than I ever thought I was all at the same time. I pick for hours a day. When I lay down to go to bed at night, I pick until I fall asleep. I realize it's been hours that I've been picking and I've been in a trance the whole time. It's so crazy! I really do not know why I do it. I used to pick at my head, but I was getting ridiculed for that, so I kind of moved on to my legs/but so that people wouldn't pick on me for it any more. I am happy to know that there is a reason for this, and a name for it, but afraid that I'll never be able to stop. I'm really hoping that today will be the first day of the rest of my life, but I found myself picking at my ear in a meeting today and at my legs when I sat on the toilet. Ugh! If only I could stop doing this!!