I can feel it on my face. The deep, open crevice of my scar.
I can feel it stretching, tugging, retching.
For the first several months after the injury I attributed this to the process of healing and the formation of new cartilage. But now I know it is in my mind.
How do I know this?
Because I feel it at times when I am my most vulnerable, when I am my most self conscious. Otherwise it is just there not bothering anyone.
We have been on vacation as a family for the 4th of July weekend. And here at the resort I have had a break from my scar.
I woke up twice this week and the thought didn’t even cross my mind, I just woke up, threw on a hat and interacted with the world.
And you know what? No one was horrified.
It wasn’t until I returned back to our room that I realized I had forgotten about my scar.
For the first time I didn’t notice peoples eyes gravitating towards it, for the first time I had a conversation without thinking about it.
SO HOW THE HELL DO I GET RID OF IT?
The thing that upsets me most about BDD is that no matter how much I know that it is in my mind, I cannot escape it.
Especially when I can actually feel it.
I was having a nice conversation at a nearby winery with my wife and a couple who was visiting the states from the Netherlands. It was at this point in time I could feel my scar, it started when I took my hat off, when I knew that my facial defect would catch the overhead lights. It is like a trigger for me.
And I could feel it tugging at me, I could feel all my self hate and all the emotion pouring into the scar. And it sat there like a curse on me. My thoughts wondered, I dodged the light and I scanned the faces of those around me. “Great” I thought, “they don’t seem to notice I must be OK.” So I reached for some more wine.
I am drinking it now as I write this, and alone, here in the hotel room I feel the relief that wine and seclusion can give me. A moment of calm… Disquieting.
THE GREAT ESCAPE
Here on vacation, here at the lake life is slow. The days are hot, we just relax and take it all in.
I have had time to let my mind relax as well, to give all my attention to my family, where it belongs.
I wonder why my family still loves me with this scar, but I am ever more thankful. I am thankful for my wife’s love and my children’s hugs and kisses. I think about those who suffer from BDD who may lack this family support, and I worry about them.
Note: If this is you, please know that I love you, I hear your pain through these pages, and please know that there is healing for us, we will do this together.
I am thankful for these mornings when I wake up without the concerns that weigh me down constantly. It give me hope that somewhere in this mess there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
One where I will wake up and not judge myself so harshly.
One where I can live in the hearts and minds of others and away from the prison that is my mind, the gruesome tug of body dysmorphic disorder.
Amelia says
Stephen,
I’m so touched by your love and kindness. This BDD has blessed you with great empathy for others coping with this too. I feel alone and need help, but you have brought me comfort today.
Stephen says
Thank you Amelia, please don’t feel alone, there is a world out there with open arms that is ready to embrace you.
Stephen
Kelli says
Wow, the senecio that you describe talking to the couple under the overhead light describes my social anxiety to a tee. The only difference is I don’t have BDD. I have an extremely noticeable scar on my face that frequently gets me unwanted attention. I don’t know what to do except hide my face behind long hair. But this makes me feel like a prisoner.
Stephen says
Hi Kelli,
We are both prisoners to our own shame. The difficulty is in knowing that we hold the key, but being too afraid to use it for fear of what could be. Somedays I feel strong and twist the lock and walk out of my cell, other days I lock myself in – because it just feels safer that way 🙂 At least we can find some comfort in knowing that we are in control, and because of this we are still very alive and very capable of fully engaging in life and enjoying this amazing gift of life we have been given.
Bless you on your journey!
Stephen