Lori's Story
My
name is Lori Strickland and this is the story of my experience, strength and
hope in dealing with compulsive hair pulling (Trichotillomania).
As I write this I am still amazed that one day back in 1990 when I
stood in my bathroom glancing in the mirror at my hair, that plucking out just
one hair, that seemed so out of place, would lead me into 10 years of slavery.
One of desperately seeking and pulling out unwanted hairs from my scalp.
It is my personal belief that my Trichotillomania lay dormant in my
body long before it
surfaced.
With me it started with an obsession of the hair on the top of my head
and progressed all the way to the hair on top of my toes.
Many
years before I started pulling hairs from my scalp I spent an enormous amount
of money and countless hours trying to change the appearance and texture of
all my body hairs.
I went to
beauty salons to have my haircut, permed, relaxed, colored, conditioned and
styled.
Only to walk away
disappointed and frustrated because I never felt like my hair was never good
enough or acceptable.
I
constantly compared my hair to other people’s hair. Not once did I ever feel
like my hair measured up.
Then
there were all those painful experiences that I put myself through with
electrolysis, waxing, tweezing, and bleaching to hide and rid myself of all of
those other unwanted body hairs that I found so repulsing.
Many,
many times I asked myself “Where did this obsession and repulsion with my
body hair come from”? I can only tell you that it all started when my
ex-husband started
belittling
me about my appearance.
He would
say such cruel and abusive remarks about my body and especially about my hair.
I don’t blame him for my insecurities, as it is my belief that I was already
insecure when we met. Then because of my own insecurities, I took on his
negative views of me as truth!
I
am in no way excusing his abuse. Violating another human being with abusive
talk or physical abuse is wrong!
However,
I believe it was my choice to accept his negative views of me, because I chose
to get my value and worth from man and not God!
In
1990 I married my present husband Bill.
It
was in our first home in the bathroom of the apartment that I mentioned
earlier in this testimony that my Trichotillomania begin.
My husband is a wonderful Christian man who has spent 10 years
teaching, inspiring and encouraging me how to find my true worth from my Lord
and Savior Jesus Christ. I accepted Christ in my early youth; however I really
didn’t understand that accepting Christ as my Lord and Savior also meant
putting him in total control of every area of my life.
I believe with all my heart that God has also used my husband who has
the most awesome faith in God to teach me just how loving and powerful God
really is.
My husband knew from
the very beginning of our courtship about my obsession with my hair, but he
had no idea that I became a compulsive hair puller in our first year of
marriage. In fact no one knew about my deep dark painful secret except for God
of course and in some sort of deluded way I thought I was hiding it from him
too.
February
of 2001 is when I finally pulled out enough hair out of my scalp that it
become noticeable.
Up until then
I covered up really well all the hair loss from my scalp pulling and was
fortunate that I had really thick hair to compensate for the hair loss from my
pulling. I can’t begin to tell you how many years of joy and happiness that
my compulsive hair pulling has robbed from me.
Even though God had grown me by leaps and bounds in other areas of my
life, over the last 10 years I believe that the bondage of hair pulling has
kept me from truly knowing the peace and joy that God wanted me to have.
I
can’t tell you what finally brought me to hit my bottom in February of 2001
with my hair pulling, but I have to be honest I am glad it finally happened.
I was sick and tired of living in misery and isolation because of my
compulsive hair pulling.
Many
times I would spend hours pulling out my hair one by one until I literally
felt physically sick and emotionally drained.
There is so much shame, despair and isolation when you are held bondage
to hair pulling.
I finally
got so miserable and desperate that I cried out to my Lord and begged him to
help me to stop pulling out my hair and to remove the obsession I had with my
hair.
I knew that the Lord
answers prayers because I have seen miracle after miracle happen in my life
and other people’s lives because of answered prayer. However for some reason
I was not sure that God would work a miracle in my life this time and deliver
me from the bondage of hair pulling.
Well
I was wrong!
God heard my cry for
help and once again he worked another miracle in my life.
The
next day after I prayed for help I had this thought come to mind to go surf
the net for “hair pulling” and much to my surprise I landed on a site that
said “Trichotillomania” (compulsive hair pulling).
I couldn’t believe my eyes there was a name for what I did!
I eagerly got into the site and started reading about this
Trichotillomania.
That one
site led me to another site and another site until I came across a site called
Amanda’s Trich Site.
Amanda’s
site was a Christian based site for sufferers of compulsive hair pulling.
Amanda’s site was full of information about Trichotillomania and offered
information about support groups, email addresses and testimonies of people
who have been delivered from compulsive hair pulling through our Lord and
Savior Jesus Christ.
I
then found Amanda’s email address and emailed her and admitted to her that I
was a compulsive hair puller. The next day I received an email back from
Amanda who lives in
I
learned from Camilla that it is estimated that 2% of the population, 1 out of
50 people, suffers from a form of hair pulling.
Even though I was happy that I wasn’t alone in my suffering with
compulsive hair pulling I was saddened that so many others suffered with this
thing that they call Trichotillomania.
When I read Camilla’s email I just felt the presence of the Lord and
a peace that could only come from him.
At
that very moment I knew in my heart that I was going to be set free from the
bondage of hair pulling.
I
literally felt all the shame, despair and hopelessness that I carried with my
compulsive hair pulling leave my body. I no longer felt like I was weird
because I pulled out my hair.
After
feeling a little more comfortable with my compulsive hair pulling I bravely,
but anxiously asked my husband if I could talk to him about something.
As tears rolled down my cheeks I shared with him that I have been a
compulsive hair puller over the last 11 years. I pulled down my hair that was
pulled up in a clip and showed him my bald spot from one of my favorite spots
to pull.
Much to my
surprise he reacted very lovingly to me and has since then been really
supportive and does whatever he can to help me stay pull free.
As
the weeks went by I continued to stayed in touch with Camilla by email and she
shared with me that she had started a Trichotillomania Christian Ministry in
her hometown and serves the Lord by offering Christ centered support groups
and Bible studies as well as individual counseling for adults, children and
the parents who suffer from compulsive hair pulling. I told Camilla that I was
very interested in her ministry and asked her to send me some information. I
was so hungry to know more about this Trichotillomania and knew that I was
going to need daily support and tools to help me to remain pull free. I have
had some personal experiences dealing with addictions and obsessions in my
life and many of the lives of my family members, so I knew that having a daily
support system is very important in the recovery from addictions and
obsessions.
Within
a week I received the information about her ministry and a copy of her
testimony. When I read her testimony about how the Lord delivered her from 25
years of compulsive hair pulling I was once again encouraged that I too would
be delivered from my compulsive hair pulling.
As I write this testimony I am still pull free after 11 years of
compulsive hair pulling.
I
contribute my success to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
The Lord has continued to bless me by putting wonderful and supportive
friends (fellow hair pullers and non hair pullers) in my life to encourage and
pray for me in the area of my hair pulling.
One
week after receiving the information from Camilla about her Christian Trich
Ministry I thought to myself that all of this information that Camilla sent me
was quite helpful, but I needed more. I needed a friend in my hometown that
had Trichotillomania so that we could support each other.
I
continued to pray this prayer everyday and the one day soon the Lord laid it
upon my heart that he wanted me to start a local Christian Trich Ministry
(support group).
My first
reaction was “oh my”, this couldn’t be what I am hearing.
“Me” I don’t know any thing about starting a Christian Trich
ministry (support group) I just wanted one friend who had Trichotillomania,
but not go public that I was a compulsive hair puller to find a friend.
Then God made it very clear to me and said if you want to meet someone
and make a friend who has Trichotillomania then I want you to start a
Christian Trich Ministry and share with others that I have delivered you from
your compulsive hair pulling.
In
my heart I did want to share with others that they to could be set free from
the stronghold of pulling but I felt so inadequate in my skills to organize
and lead a Christian Trich Ministry (support group) and not to mention scared
to death of meeting a lot of new people.
Then I remembered hearing a preacher on the radio talk about when God
calls people to minister for him he doesn’t call the equipped he equips the
called. Then I had a peace that God would provide and give me whatever I
needed to accomplish his plan of starting the first Christian Trich Ministry
in the state of
A day or so passed by after I got the email from Camilla that suggested that I get the book “The prayer of Jabez”. On this day I was praying and having doubts about starting this Christian Trich Ministry, because I just didn’t think that I had what it took to start a ministry. I was afraid that maybe I had not discerned my prayer correctly. The truth be known I was hoping that I discerned my prayer wrong, so I prayed and told God Okay God if you really want me to start this ministry please give me a supernatural affirmation that this is what you want me to do. Also if it was His will, I asked him to provide the tools that I needed to get it started. Two days after my prayer, my husband came home from work and handed me the mail and a book. It was the book that Camilla suggested that I read. “The prayer of Jabez”. I told my husband how nice it was of him to go out and buy me the book. Much to my surprise he said, “I didn’t buy you this book a unknown male client of the company I work for left it on my desk You said you wanted to read it so I brought it home to you.”
Lori Strickland