Okay this is drawn on a knockoff Pokémon card so ignore the faint remains of the card that I couldn’t draw over :( Who should I make next :3 I’m thinking someone like ikki or smth but uhh give recs
The proportions are all wrong but that’s fine I guess :P
I’m fourteen and I’ve had trich for the last year or so. I used to pick at scabs and dig open old wounds, but ever since that one day my brain just decided that i should no longer be tearing scabs (though i still do and its making it worse) and went on to pull out my hair. I still, as of now, have little to no idea as to why i would do such thing, but its bought me anything but good. A few months and two exam periods later (plus the summer holidays) my parents finally noticed and decided to take me to a doctor. Doctor didnt say it was trich or anything, but i know damn well it is. Didn’t see the doctor anymore after that and moved on to see a therapist and my school’s social worker, though I’m pretty sure I’d already linked my hair pulling to stress and a way of grounding. I could to some degree, tell that my parents were trying to help me get over it, though i am pretty they treat it like a bad habit (just like my scab picking) and therefore their way of trying to make me stop was to “gently remind” me (as in mother could near constantly and daily, tell me that i look ugly, that i have patches of bald spots and keep telling me how “hair would never grow back” and stuff like that) almost every fking day. I know I already had sone issues in the head to begin with, but hearing all of this and not knowing jacksht about how to make them shut up because i can’t bloody control whenever i pull out my hair or not genuinely triggers that one violent part of my brain thats begging to stick a knife in something. Literally today she was like “stop pulling your hair, you’re gonna look bald af and everyone’s going to laugh at you when you grow up” but then she notices that i had opened a wound near the top of the head where a bald spot was and starts talking about how i would get anemia or some sht. Like, you’re not fking helping, y’know? You’re just making all the intrusive thoughts a hundred times worse and my brain is already thinking of the many ways i could actually fkng die from anemia. I really need some advice on how to cope from all of you, because I can’t deal with this anymore. I’m already mentally in shambles and I don’t want it to get worse. (Also sorry about all the swears :3 )