kailey.morgan
trichotillomania
so ive basically had trichotillomania my whole life.
my mom told me that when she breastfed me she would have to put a barbie doll over her shoulder so that i could play with its hair because i always tugged at hers and i fell asleep rubbing my hair inbetween my fingers.
i remember in 3rd grade i pulled chunks of hair out and my friends thought it was cool cuz it didnt hurt.
thats pretty much all that i can remember from my childhood experiences with trich..and it wasnt anything major or anything that caused great concern.
but once i got into jr high.. thats when things got worse.
in 7th grade i would just pull off my split ends.. but every girl did it so i didnt think anything was wrong with me. by the end of 7th grade i was pulling out strands of hair that "felt different" (hairs that were coarse, curly, dark, etc.)
my parents started to notice a buuunch of hair in piles by the computer and by the tv.
they thought that i was pulling out my dolls' hair but i finally broke down and told them that it was my own once i saw a bald spot. my mom called the doctor and i was diagnosed with trichotillmania.
in 8th grade i would sit in class and just pull and pull and not pay attention and i would end up with piles of hair on the floor by my desk once the bell rang.
i was soo embarassed to get down on my knees and gather it up, trying to make it look like i dropped something.
my trich only got worse from there.
i was so depressed and so stressed and i ended up with so many bald spots that i refused to go to school.
my mom called my principal and told her what i was going through and luckily she sympathized with me and let me wear hats to school.
the other students questioned why i got to wear hats and i just told them that i was cool. (hahaha.)
one day at lunch a girl pulled my hat off and saw the bald spot. i ran into the bathroom crying and didnt come out till my friend came in and told me to tell her what was going on.
i did and she was the only person who knew besides my family.
i started wearing extensions with my hats to make it looks like i had more hair.
noone said anything after that.
at least not to my face.
the summer of 9th grade, i decided to try to stop.
IMPOSSIBLE.
but i did the best i could and on vacation i cut my hair all short (except for 2 long pieces(not strands) on each side of my head.. yeah, it looked weird but i thought that maybe i could say that it was a fashion statement )and stopped wearing hats.
luckily my hair grew alot and through alot of my family yelling "HANDS DOWN!" and alot of tears and alot of sitting on my hands, my hair grew out juuust a bit.
(going to finish later..have to go and do homework)
trichotillomania
so ive basically had trichotillomania my whole life.
my mom told me that when she breastfed me she would have to put a barbie doll over her shoulder so that i could play with its hair because i always tugged at hers and i fell asleep rubbing my hair inbetween my fingers.
i remember in 3rd grade i pulled chunks of hair out and my friends thought it was cool cuz it didnt hurt.
thats pretty much all that i can remember from my childhood experiences with trich..and it wasnt anything major or anything that caused great concern.
but once i got into jr high.. thats when things got worse.
in 7th grade i would just pull off my split ends.. but every girl did it so i didnt think anything was wrong with me. by the end of 7th grade i was pulling out strands of hair that "felt different" (hairs that were coarse, curly, dark, etc.)
my parents started to notice a buuunch of hair in piles by the computer and by the tv.
they thought that i was pulling out my dolls' hair but i finally broke down and told them that it was my own once i saw a bald spot. my mom called the doctor and i was diagnosed with trichotillmania.
in 8th grade i would sit in class and just pull and pull and not pay attention and i would end up with piles of hair on the floor by my desk once the bell rang.
i was soo embarassed to get down on my knees and gather it up, trying to make it look like i dropped something.
my trich only got worse from there.
i was so depressed and so stressed and i ended up with so many bald spots that i refused to go to school.
my mom called my principal and told her what i was going through and luckily she sympathized with me and let me wear hats to school.
the other students questioned why i got to wear hats and i just told them that i was cool. (hahaha.)
one day at lunch a girl pulled my hat off and saw the bald spot. i ran into the bathroom crying and didnt come out till my friend came in and told me to tell her what was going on.
i did and she was the only person who knew besides my family.
i started wearing extensions with my hats to make it looks like i had more hair.
noone said anything after that.
at least not to my face.
the summer of 9th grade, i decided to try to stop.
IMPOSSIBLE.
but i did the best i could and on vacation i cut my hair all short (except for 2 long pieces(not strands) on each side of my head.. yeah, it looked weird but i thought that maybe i could say that it was a fashion statement )and stopped wearing hats.
luckily my hair grew alot and through alot of my family yelling "HANDS DOWN!" and alot of tears and alot of sitting on my hands, my hair grew out juuust a bit.
(going to finish later..have to go and do homework)