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#Dermotillamania
waitingforthesunrise · 10 months
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I love you people with dermotillamania. I love you people walking the weird blurry line between self harm and skin condition. I love you people with healing scabs and scars and bandaids. I love you people who get triggered by short sleeves and can’t explain it. I love you people who have to take deep breaths while wearing a tank top. I love you people with scars that look like stars and planets and stories written on your skin. I love you people with short nails and long elaborate nails. I love you people who are learning to find boundaries around triggers. I love you people who hide your infections and don’t believe their story is valid. I love you people who are caring for eachother in this community. I love you people who don’t trust their hands but are learning to trust their heart. You are valuable and loved and beautiful. I am kissing your forehead and wishing you joy
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indigogirled · 2 years
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girls love me for my dermotillamania scabs
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rasairui · 7 days
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Plot twist!!!! I DO know what sebaceous filaments are I just have mild dermotillamania
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themapleleafdiaries · 3 years
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o yeah i got prescribed another anti-psychotic, mint-olanzapine, it makes my brain mint flavoured
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axelwylder-blog · 6 years
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Dermotillamania at its finest.
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littleblackkdress · 6 years
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Hey coral! I wanted to share something really fast with ya and all ya followers, The fact that you spoke openly about and talked about your dermotillamania made me feel a little better about my own condition. I've had it for ten years now, and have always always been known as the girl who picks her skin till it bleeds. Makeup artists at fashion shows have been in despair trying to cover it, dermatologists frowned. My only fight back at the moment is embellished, long acrylic nails that stop me
omg lara!! sending you so much love rn! this is so so sweet and makes my heart happy to hear that I helped in some way. you never need to be ashamed of your derma, or any BFRB. its a serious, hard behavior to stop. but you can do it. you got this!! 💗💗💗
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rocattp83-blog · 6 years
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I can't do this anymore.
It's time that I take charge of my life. It's time that I look in the mirror and realize that the irrational thoughts that I'm having over my perfectly good looking body are extremely idiotic. It's time that I realize that putting this God damn razor to my wrist is the most unproductive, stupid, worst fucking coping mechanism that exists. It's time for me to get the fuck up and make my life what the fuck I want it to be. Not this big ball of depression and despair, sitting here wallowing in bullshit negative past events that I can't change. The only thing I can do is step forward and make better decisions in the future. I am taking charge of my life. Not my razor, not my eating disorder, not my depression, not my addictions. Me. It's time for me to smile and make others smile. It's time for me to change for the better, recover and heal. I'm done being ashamed of my sexuality. I am a lesbian. I'm done being ashamed of my gender. I am non-binary, call me them/they she/her pronouns. I am me. I'm done with these victimizing bullshit disorders. I am not my disorders. I am not my body dismorphia, I am not my dermotillamania, I am not my depression, I am not my bulimia, I am not my anorexia, I am not my self harm, I am not my demons, I am not a victim. I am a survivor. I will survive, with God, with Love, with Grace, and with Strength beyond comprehension. I let 8 years of my life slip out of my hands for what? Why? Happiness is a choice and I know that now. I refuse to let any voice in my head tell me that I am unworthy of living, or that I am ugly, or invalidate me in anyway. I am Strength. I am Fire. I am a Wolf and I will howl again. I am beautiful. I am worthy of life. I deserve happiness. I deserve nourishment. I deserve to thrive! Not to wither! Withered roses are sad, roses that thrive make people smile, and shed love to the world. I will thrive. I will grow. I will be healthy. I will heal. I will Love. I will be happy. I will be with God. I am with God. I am ready for recovery. I know that I can do this. I am strong and I am not a victim. I am a survivor. I am a healer. I am alive.
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ghastholes-archive · 7 years
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hey! abt your post w the qtips, it doesnt sound like dermotillamania since thats picking at the skin, but it does sound like its compulsive! i would consider doing some research on compulsive ticks/habits or maybe even ocd if it feels that way!
ya! i honestly never rly considered that i oculd have ocd but talking to lynn i was kind of ??????? surprised at how well it fit me.... idk i will have 2 think/maybe try to talk to my psychiatrist ah thank u for ur support tho
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Exciting News!!
(please note: this post mentions mental illness, s*lf harm, su*cide, and OCD. only continue if you're comfortable :)
As some of you know, I write poetry about mental health and life in general. And last week I had my first ever pub day!! (well, sort of). I had the great honor of being included in an anthology featuring over 80 poets from around the world! The anthology focuses on themes of suicide, suicidal ideation, recovery, coping, and self-harm recovery/experience. My poem is about OCD --one of my symptoms is dermotillamania (also known as excoriation disorder) aka compulsive skin picking. While it's still being studied in connection to self-harm, the psychological similarities can vary from person to person. Mine is very similar, sadly. It's been a journey, and poetry is one of the things that have helped me. I was so excited to be a part of such an inspiring and amazing anthology! And of course my poem needed to pay homage to one of my favorite literary tropes, when the villain falls in love with the hero...
Dermotillamania can be incredibly damaging, leading to permanent scarring, panic attacks, and horrible self-image. OCD can feel like a darkness coming from inside yourself — it makes nowhere safe. Where can you run to escape from yourself? The answer, as I’ve discovered the hard way, is nowhere. Rather, the focus should shift onto making the inside of your head a safer place to be, and cultivating a deeper understanding of your own heroic capabilities. I’ve always harbored a deep love for literary villains which fall in love with heroes; the attraction towards life-shattering light and painful truth. We are both heroes and villains. We are capable of falling in love with ourselves.I feel like my own villain frequently. I'm learning how to feel like my hero, too, but I can still feel split in two, torn between pain and grace. So what happens when the parts of yourself fall in love with each other?
Heroes and Villains (Mine)
I won’t take my sweater off — 
It would scare you. Blood on my fingers
And my eyes. I can’t unsee it. The mirror never lies. 
Did I do that? Was I there? I don’t feel alive. 
Breath leaves first. 
That’s why I love the villains
Who fall, eventually, for the heroes. 
For I have been my own villain. I have hunted myself. 
I have never held a knife to the skin of another human being, but
I have thought of metal against my own. 
The world is sharp; my hands are sharper still. I have craved it
Like sleep, like death. Why do we crave wholeness? 
Why do we destroy ourselves to taste it? 
The hero will come. She will clean the wounds, and change the dressings. 
She shows me the sunset, and we watch the stars.
Tomorrow will come; with it, a new wind. Again
And again. The hero is coming.
I know her footsteps from the universe. 
The villain is falling for the hero. Spread the word. 
Finis
hope you enjoyed it :))) here’s the link for the book in case you’re interested!
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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indigogirled · 2 years
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anxietys-room · 5 years
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Sso for the past two years, I've had a terrible trouble with basically tearing apart my skin. It's all on my chest and back, nothing else. I hate it so much and can not stop for the life of me. Do you know any ways to fade scars, and any ways to stop picking? Thank you.
Same thing but mostly my arms. Skin picking like this is called dermotillamania if you didn’t know, it might help you find more information. Aloe Vera can help scars fade faster I think. When you catch yourself start thinking about it or your hands drifting somewhere to pick stop yourself then and try to do something to keep yourself and your hands occupied. Drawing or playing with something like fidget toys can keep your hands busy so you don’t do it, I have a putty eraser that I pull apart to stop myself.
Does anyone else have advice?
—Mod Anna
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themapleleafdiaries · 4 years
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the other day i went to my ADHD doctor and i told him about how my dermotillamania has gotten real bad and i cant handle it myself anymore and he prescribed me an anti psychotic
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strawb3rry-mi1k · 8 years
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Dermotillamania
For those of you who have an obsessive skin picking disorder, just know that I am here for you and I feel for you. I'm currently in the hospital because I gave myself a staph infection yet again; all courtesy of my uncontrollable picking. Now I have to stay here for 24 hours and get multiple IV's put in me.
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pimpingthetower · 9 years
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--- Whenever I get migraines I get so anxious I start picking at my skin I currently have three major bleeding spots on my face and I feel too sick to get up and stop it so tonight will be interesting to say the least
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