Sometimes we get lost in the negatives of hair pulling—the anxiety, the physical effects, the stigma of having a "disorder." But today I discovered a benefit that has come out of my years with trichotillomania.
I'm SO good with a tweezers. Like, for serious.
My friend and coworker came over to me this afternoon and said, "Do you have nails?"
"Do I have nails?" I repeated stupidly.
"Yeah, I have a splinter and my nails aren't long enough to pull it out," she explained.
Aha! thought I. I can do better than that! "It'd be better to use a tweezers," I responded triumphantly, "which I also have!"
She shut her eyes, muttering, "I can't look." In a single tweeze, I pulled out the splinter and saved the day. "That didn't even hurt!" she exclaimed.
"I'm good with a tweezers," I replied smugly. "You don't even KNOW."
Although she probably did know, because she knows about my hair pulling, but that's beside the point.
There aren't too many occasions where I can say this, but.... Trichotillomania to the rescue!!