I’ve lived most of my life in deep shame around my trichotillomania, especially in romantic relationships. In most partnerships, I attempted to hide my condition entirely.
It felt easier to pretend than face possible rejection. That’s how disconnected I was from my sense of self-worth. I believed that I was a freak, that no one could actually want me if they knew the truth about me.
Four years with my college sweetheart, and he never, ever saw me without my eyeliner on. I’m sure he knew something was off.Read more on themighty.com