I have suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder my entire life. When I was young I couldn't touch anything without washing my hands. I'd end up washing them so much during the day they were permanently red and puffy. Then I had to count everything. After that I went through a phase of having to be completely symmetrical. If my right hand touched something my left hand would have to touch it just the exactly same way or I felt totally out of control and would just obsessively think about it until I did it. I realize it's all in my head, but it controlled me.
At A Glance Author Sarah Contact Tippi18@yahoo.com IAM PunkRawkPrincess When Five years ago I decided that I would pierce my eyebrow, just one. And make sure my face was not symmetrical. I had the bridge piercing at this time, and since it was in the middle it was pretty much symmetrical. I was determined to win over this compulsion and not be symmetrical.
My best friend and I hoped into the car and drove to my least favorite piercing place of all. I didn't hate the place then, but now I see them doing business and it's totally unethical and dirty. However, I was lucky to have a good expierence there and not have anything bad happen.
I told the piercer I wanted three small barbells in my left eyebrow. But the tricky part was that they had to be perfectly spaced so I could put a coil through all three of them. It took about forty-five minutes for him to just measure and mark the enter and exit holes. After we were sure they were in the right places he got ready to do the piercing.
There was virtually no pain involved in getting my eyebrow pierced. However, I am prone to these huge endorphin rushes. I even get them at the dentist and doctors' offices. I think my mind plays tricks on me believing that whatever it is I will be going through will be the most painful expierence ever. And when it doesn't live up to that expectation, the adrenaline has no where to go. (Maybe someone reading this can give me an exact explanation of why this happens to me.) After all three piercings were performed I ran into the bathroom. I felt light headed and extremely nauseated. I turned completely white. I had no strength so I just sat on the cold tile floor until I felt better. The piercer gave me a juice box and I felt better shortly after that. I was really embarrassed, because I like pain, and I like the feeling of metal going through my flesh, so why was this happening?
I really liked the way my eyebrow turned out. Three tiny sixteen gauge barbells on my left eyebrow. I thought they were beautiful. I returned home and went directly to my Dad's office to show him. I beamed with excitement and he just shrugged. He told me to go home and show Mom. That was harder because she interrupted my body modifications to mean that I was mutilating my body because I didn't love her.
When I showed up for work my boss was furious. I was a cashier at a large discount superstore. My boss made me cover my eyebrow with a band-aid. The band-aid made customers more curious and ask me about my eyebrow.
As all of my body modifications have had specific symbolic meaning to me, my eyebrow rings were no exception. The three barbells represented the three things I needed in life the most; being true to myself, my family and friends, and my God. When they were connected by the coil it made all three come together as one.
My eyebrow rings were a part of me for only about three years. Two of them began to migrate. I switched out the straight barbells with rings to try to stop the migration process. The top one was almost completely migrated out when I accidentally hit it with a brush while combing through my hair. The brush ripped it the rest of the way out. It wasn't very painful and didn't even bleed very much. I was really sad though and kicked myself for being so careless.
The second piercing to come out was also an accident. I was at a concert when it happened. I'm not sure exactly how or when it got ripped out. I just remember someone telling me I had blood on my eye. I went to the ladies room to discover I was missing another eyebrow ring.
With only one left, I decided to retire it. It was the last of the three and sat pretty low on my eyebrow. It just didn't look right, even though it was the only to not migrate, so I took it out.
I have three beautiful scars that now decorate my eyebrow. People will often ask if I used to have my eyebrow pierced and I tell them that I had. People seem sad when they see the scars remaining, like a scar is so ugly. I personally love scars. Scars are reminders of times in our life. And now I have three scars to represent the three things I need in life.
Now with my current job I wouldn't be able to wear any facial piercings so it's actually nice to have the scars. The corporate giants can't discriminate against that!