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#tw excoriation disorder
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i stressed so much about what i said that i literally ripped my cuticles so shreds but sure, i don't "care enough"
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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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scrupulosity-et-al · 2 years
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people with trichotillomania aren’t ugly for having bald spots, short or missing eyelashes, or patchy eyebrows.
people with excoriation disorder aren’t ugly for having scars, scabs, and uneven skin.
people with BFRBs aren’t ugly for walking around with evidence of their mental illness on their body — rough skin, short nails, and scars of all kinds are not ugly
y’all are great just the way you are, and I hope you’re not feeling too self-conscious at the moment. you deserve to feel valued regardless of the visible signs of your mental illness
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plastic-flowerx · 22 days
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EXCORIATION HAND
April 2024
Cast silicone, acrylic paint, human hair
Artist statement/reflection under the cut
TW: skin picking, self-injurious behavior
My newest piece for my mold making class. This piece is about dermatillomania (or excoriation disorder), a compulsive skin picking disorder. I’ve experienced dermatillomania since I was a kid, it’s waxed and waned throughout my life as I’ve tried over and over again to stop, but I always get pulled back into the habit when life gets stressful and I crave the physical comfort of carving away at my own skin with my fingernails. It’s strange that this self-injurious behavior provides such a comfort, isn’t it?
I’ve felt so much shame about this habit. I remember being a kid and wondering what was wrong with me, if I was the only person in the world who did this. To present this work for critique in class today was to directly engage with the shame and guilt I feel about this compulsion. I have tried to hide it for so long, but today I spoke about it openly in front of my peers. It felt good to face the shame head on. Although I am not proud of this behavior, it is a part of me, a facet of my lived experience that I deserve to speak about candidly, and I am proud of myself for doing so.
When working with silicone, I found that this compulsion pulled me to pick at this replica of my hand. The rubbery material can be torn apart in a way that is so satisfying to my brain. So I let myself pick, carving craters into the faux-flesh, a visual exaggeration of the way I treat my own cuticles and scalp.
The hair ‘growing’ from under the fingernails provides a connection to the scalp, the primary victim of my dermatillomania. At times, my picking has resulted in small bald patches on my head. Because of this, the hair is meant to express a desire to grow away from this habit, to let my follicles grow again where I once tore them out.
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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years
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no, no I will not let it heal
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Trying to quit skin picking and it's already difficult :/ I've been thinking about the scars on my shoulders from skin picking and I kind of decided I want to stop being covered in scars all the time.
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sevvaddle · 7 months
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Review.
My illustrations for chapter 23 of @chrisis-averted's fic, Rewind. Reset. Rewrite. Link in replies.
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cartoonscientist · 10 months
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“sometimes you gotta have a little flesh carving moment, get a little disoriented in your bed and spend some time doing surgery on yourself with sharp steel tools, it’s normal” sounds like a total shitpost but my excoriation bros will know what’s up
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depravitywithen · 3 months
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Had a moment and clipped a lump from my forehead off with nail clippers. I would've preferred concave skin instead. A lot of bleeding and got into the deeper layer of skin let's just say... Held pressure for a long while. Taped a bandage to it after and then had it closed up with butterfly stitches cause of how bad it was. My plan for if I'm ever asked about this scar is gonna be "I opened my third eye too much one time and got scarred" but they'll probably think "they have a unabrow and have a scar from it" . I've always been complemented on my eyebrows
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saltiecattoz · 3 months
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dermatologists are all like “wrinkles bad” but are like “hm keratosis pilaris isn’t harmful so why do you care about it so much LOL”
like girl mine is RED and ITCHES and i have an excoriation problem 😭 HELP
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waytoomuchanalysis · 1 year
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Whenever I’m feeling bad about the marks and scars from my excoriation disorder, I remember the kind and loving words of my mother: “You look like you’re on METH!”
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nira-poetryposting · 6 months
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Excoriation
addictive, the pain
finally grasping skin, pull
the hurtful pleasure
it surges, i taste the blood
my own, fruit of my effort
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ava-ferin · 9 months
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if you don’t love me at my “oh shit my face is bleeding hold up I need to go grab a band aid” you don’t deserve me at my best
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beans-in-your-socks · 7 months
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!!TW!! this post contains mention of Dermatillomania and scars. if you feel uncomfortable reading about these topics, please keep scrumbling.
steering away from my usual content a bit here but
i dont see nearly enough people talking about dermatillomania and how fucking hard it is to live with it. going into the bathroom everyday and looking in the mirror, having to fight the urge to pick at your skin. its horrible, it makes me look horrible and makes me feel really insecure about my appearance. no amount of conealer or makeup can cover up the scabs and bumps in my skin. having scars all over your body and scar tissue that will never behave like normal skin again. having people ask you "what happened, why do you have so many scabs?" and having to awkwardly make up some excuse about mosquito bites. thinking "oh shit, here we go again" when you get a graze or bug bite. being neurodivergent isn't always just shits and giggles, it can be really fucking tiring. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of having to put bandaids all over my body, just so i don't pick. I'm tired of having to have my friends hold my hands away from me when i pick. im tired of people not listening to my accomadtions. I'm tired of feeling gross. I'm tired of having people ask why my acnes so bad. I'm tired of acne medication doing fuck all because that's not even the problem in the first place, its the fact that i make the acne worse myself. I'm tired of being told "just don't pick" when its not that simple. I'm just tired of this horrible thing.
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bookwyrminspiration · 2 years
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the joys of taking a shower vs the numerous open wounds I am always covered in because I have skin and my brain decided I shouldn’t anymore
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ladyazulina · 7 months
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I'm taking therapy. It's supposed to be specialized in "disability adaptation" (ten years later, figures), and I'm grateful the sessions aren't only about that, I would have gone mad (I know it also affects and intertwines with a lot of other aspects).
Right now, I'm not going to see my therapist until Monday 9th, and there's something we have been trying to figure out:
Why do I hurt myself
Excoriation syndrome talking.
And the other day, while I was... spiraling on that dreadful activity, I thought:
My wounds are invisible and hurt so much that I'm not expressing my pain anymore. Maybe, just maybe, I'm bringing visible wounds to let them know that I'm hurting.
It's not an excuse, of course. And it's highly possible that isn't either the real reason. Maybe I'm just trying to justify my actions in some way I can relate. Maybe not. I don't even know.
But as I'm not going to be able to bring this topic to my session until a lot while later, I needed to write it down somewhere. Somewhere when I'm not the only one chewing it.
So, I'm sorry. But thank you for reading.
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