I've ate half the paper in my sketchbook and I'm so devastated.
I found a sketchbook when cleaning and got so excited, I sketched in it for a few days, and than the stress of getting lines wrong, and a bunch of other shit came along. There was 70 something sheets orginally, now theres maybe a good 13-15? I'm so disgusted with myself. I loved that sketchbook. I remember the joy the day I got it, and the immaculate joy the day I found it again.
I haven't told anyone, not even my parents about my bad habit of eating non-consumables. It's been happening for years, but my mom once made fun of Pica, saying she thought the people who had it were deranged and insane. I haven't been able to speak up since that day.
As a kid, behind the paint there was this thick papery stuff on my wall, I'd peel back the paint and literally start eating my wall. I still feel I cant say anything, or get the proper help I may need.