My Secret Hair Pulling MadnessBehind my smile was pain and underneath my ponytail was a bald spot five inches wide. Jaws would drop if people knew. I'm 31 years old and have been pulling since I was 13. I quit my job in radio sales and advertising last week because of trichotillomania (Greek for "hair pulling frenzy") combined with major clinical depression.
I found myself crying today as my mom put my son's black winter gloves onto my hands to stop me from making my bald spot worse. She walked into my room to ask me a question and saw it for the first time. Her eyes must've locked on immediately like eyes to a flashlight in a movie theater. She didn't know how bad it had become. She knew I liked picking at my hair. She'd take photos of me as a kid doing it and then tease me by saying "You look like a monkey." This was her way of convincing me to stop pulling. That maybe the thought of me looking ridiculous to others would make me want to put my hand down. I mean it did help, I just pulled in private. I could tell she was going through a mental freak fest after she realized and said "My God you're bald already?!"
I cried and threw a tantrum saying "I don't care if I go bald, it makes me feel better." Truth is I was glad she found out. I want someone to make me stop pulling my hair. I want someone to help me. First step is to help myself, so I have joined this site hoping to learn more from other experiences and doing it with the gloves on. Hopefully I'll be able to find a cure to my newly exposed secret life of hair pulling.