Posted on January 3, 2006 in OCD
All through my support group meeting, I flicked crumbs, hairs, and dander off the table in front of me. My friends noticed what was happening. I had to sheepishly confess that it was my OCD. Ever since my psychiatrist lowered my dose of Effexor, my other neurologic condition has come back. I used to just pick at my fingers. Now I pick at my navel, the bridge of my nose, my chin, and my toes. I pick at my toes using my toes, I should note.
It was bad tonight, I think, because the group was so unfocused. The facilitator needs to shut up and focus on helping others give feedback. When I got out of there and on the road, I stopped looking for white specks. As I drove down Santiago Canyon Road, I did not reach for the stars and attempt to flick them out of the sky.
More information on Compulsive Skin Picking, my style of OCD.