OK, this is something I've never mentioned on here purely because of how utterly shit it makes me feel. It's like, if there's one thing you could point out about me and make fun of, it would be this. But I feel like I need to bring it up so you can get some context on why I'm posting tonight otherwise this would just be another meaningless rant. I suffer from a condition called
trichotillomania - or trich for short. It's a condition where the sufferer literally tears their hair out. I've suffered from it for about five years now and the results of it are noticeable, especially from behind. I hate myself for it but it's not something that can be helped. There is no cure for it. There are methods, of course, to try and help you refrain from pulling but it's not always guaranteed to work.
Anyway, I was out tonight and, honestly, I was feeling pretty confident. I looked fine in regards to my clothes, my beard was 'on point' and I just felt good. Until I got to the bar we went to. I had a few drinks, went to talk to a couple of girls at the bar and the first thing they notice? The hair. Typical, it's always the fucking hair. Cue the comments of what an 'old pervert' like me is doing talking to them. Please note, this was in a bar, they were over the age of eighteen and I'm twenty-five - nothing perverted going on at all. But they automatically assumed I was way older than I actually am and gave me the usual 'Ew' look I get, before going off to join their friends who then proceeded to point and laugh.
I felt shit but tried shrugging it off and went to join my friends in the booth but they'd all gone off to do their own shit. I sat down, beer in hand. Two guys approached me, sat down and started hassling me about what I was doing 'perving' on the girls. I told them to bore off and just leave me be. They persisted, shoving me a little, making comments about what an 'old pathetic' guy I was. I told them my age and, fuck, I just knew shit was going to go down. They went back, laughing, and the whole group just descended on me and, ugh, it's like high school all over again. I finished my drink, walked out and now I'm back home and I'm honestly so close to just relapsing. Urgh, I can't do it, I've had enough of this shit and the comments people make. Fuck this.