Hello! Some of you may not know what Dermatillomania is, so here is the definition:
Dermatillomania (also known as excoriation (skin-picking) disorder, neurotic excoriation, pathologic skin picking (PSP), compulsive skin picking (CSP) or psychogenic excoriation[1][2]) is an impulse control disorder characterized by the repeated urge to pick at one's own skin, often to the extent that damage is caused. Research has suggested that the urge to pick is similar to an obsessive compulsive disorder
(I have had Dermatillomania for 5 years now, so most of this is based off of me, and I decided to write about it, I hope you like it!) PS- Derma is short for Dermatillomania
When Liam was away on tour, it stressed you out a lot, which is one of your main triggers of your derma. Your main picking areas are your arms, chest, and back. You picked your skin raw on most of these areas , and it was easy to hide since Liam was away, and you could just wear Long sleeve shirts to hide it. Liam does not know that you have derma yet. You plan on telling him when he get's home from the tour.
Two Months Later
You were nervous about him returning home that day, so you absentmindedly started picking your arms, and before you knew it, 35 minutes flew bye. "I'm Home!" You heard Liam shout from the front door. "Y/N?" Liam called again, concerned that you didn't answer the first time. He walked into the living room, to see you, picking your arms, and bleeding in some places. When you picked, your mind usually went into a trance like state, and you were so focused on picking this one part of your arm that you didn't even notice Liam walk in the room. "Y/N! Are you okay?! You scared me! Oh my god your arm is bleeding! Are you alright? You stopped picking you arm, wiped off some of the blood, and your eyes met Liam's gaze. He repeated, "are you alright Y/N?" Tears immediately filled your eyes, "Oh my gosh, Liam, your home! I was just-um- I don't really-" You couldn't think of anything to say. You didn't know how to explain your Derma to Liam. Your boyfriend, the person you love the most, had just witnessed you doing what you tried to hide the most. What if he doesn't love you anymore? Surely he could do better than you- a girl who sits at home picking her skin raw everyday. You got up and hugged Liam really tightely. He kissed your head and you whispered, "do you still love me?" He got a look of concern, "of course babe, why wouldn't I?" You started, "well, I, um.........." and your voice trailed off. He held your hand and led you to the sofa, sitting you down next to him. "You can tell me anything Y/N". You took a deep breath and slowley explained that you have Dermatillomania, what it is, and then you slowley lifted your shirt, revealing your picked arms, chest, and back. You started crying. "Yep, this is what I do when you are gone" Tears were streaming down your face. He cuddled you into his chest. "This doesn't change anything babe, this is just a little bump in the road, I love you more that you told me." Liam went to the bathroom and got some band aids and bacitracin, and cleaned your arms up. "Thank you Liam" you said. "No problem babe" he replied. You fell asleep in his arms on the sofa that night.
The end! I hope you liked it! Xx Maike Xx
