One of our clients with Skin Picking Disorder ( aka Dermatillomania ) recently wrote this essay about her long-standing issues with her dermatologist. She has asked to remain anonymous.
A skin picker’s relationship with their dermatologist is, to put it lightly, fraught.
It’s a vicious cycle:
The skin picker picks their skin.
The skin picker is unhappy with the way their skin looks.
The skin picker goes to the dermatologist.
The dermatologist, with the medical authority of a white lab coat, tells the picker:
The picker spirals into shame.
Next time there is a problem, the picker avoids the dermatologist.
Then, maybe, the picker’s picking results in an infection.
The picker remembers:
Those words ring in the picker’s head.
No way is the picker going back there.
All that waits at the dermatologist is more humiliation.