Hey yal, I am a long time lurker, first time poster.
And I want to thank you. As odd as it sounds, I feel more comfortable on this site than I do in my own home. You see, I have a more severe case of Trichotillomania and my family looks at me as if I was a freak of sorts. I am far from bald, but I do have two nice sized spots that I pick at on the crown of my head which either need a pony tail, or enough hair spray to create another hole in the O-Zone Layer to cover up. And my grandmother just tells me to stop. She is a nurse for God's sake and she refuses to understand that it is a real condition that can't just be stopped. She acts as if I enjoy not being able to control pulling out my hair, or popping something that no one else would have seen if I had not created a big red spot.
And its not only home life. I live out in the country in Kansas and had a graduating class of 26. A very small school in a very small town. I have had this problem since my earliest memories. It started with pulling my eyelashes out. I have never... ever had a full set of eyelashes. Anyways, as kids will do, I was made fun of. I was the short fat girl that didn't have eyelashes. I was the class freak. And it wasn't only my class. I was picked on by every grade in the school. K-12 is just one building in town, so I was getting harassed by high school seniors. It was terrifying. By first grade I was actually getting physically bullied by sixth grade boys. The teachers refused to do anything about it, as did the school administration. And my mom wouldn't let me transfer schools because she and the superintendent at Jayhawk didn't get along. So I was stuck in this school until I graduated. And the bullying never ended. I was -tormented- by both my own class, upper and underclassmen till I graduated. And the year after I graduated the school in-acted a No-Bullying Policy, when before they encouraged it by punishing me when ever I tried to report something.
Simply put, I hate people now. I can not stand to be around more than a few at a time, and meeting new people freaks me out. I have actually dropped all my classes half way though every semester of college I have tired simply because I couldn't stand the people. Don't get me wrong. It was me, not them. Save for the year I lived in the dorm, I found the people to be very nice. Its just I am a bit paranoid now. I could always feel someone staring at the back of my head, even if the logical part of me knew they were doing no such thing.
I am very anti-social. I even have a hard time being social on the internet, though I do have more online friends that offline friends. But they don't know about my condition.
Pop That Zit is like nothing else out there. It is a community full of people jumping over each other to pop a huge zit. The people here know how gratifying that feeling is when you have finally hog tied your victim down just to pop that zit on their forehead... or saw some random stranger and all you could think about for the rest of the day was imaging yourself popping that seven year old black head taking up a good portion of their face. And you get excited about talking with others about this! I had always thought that it was just something else freakish about me. And yes, "normal society" dubs its odd, but you all don't care. You want to pop those zits in the videos just as badly as I do.
So this country girl from Kansas wants to thank you from the bottom of her heart for giving her a place she can escape to where she is not a freak, but just like everyone else. I told you of my past not so you would pity me, but so you can see how grateful I am to you and why it is that I am so thankful. I thank you so very much for offering the freaks of the world a place to be normal. I could never thank you enough.
~Azzy
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