Interesting question about scab picking!
I used to be a recidivist scab picker, so much that I waited with anticipation for my bumbling injuries would cake over so I could pick and eat them (yes) and watch the healing process and repeat; and sad when the wound was totally pinked over. Didn't progress to *causing* wounds though; just a benifit of having them...
Now that THAT madness is over.....I'm not quite sure how or when the habit stopped; as in..I don't recall having a *concious* process of ceasation. I remembetr thinking at one point about the process of doing it in general, as in... hmmm will I always do this, I can't seem to stop, owell..I'll cross that road later...pick pick pick, ect.
I moved in somewhere where I was able to eat when I was hungry, had no media other than books and the occassional movie or radio tape and given lots of guided outdoors activity plans with projectiles, animals, sharp destruction or building type objects; things that I could repeat on my own so I could stay out of everybodies way. The worst injuries I got after that were archery chafting and once I impaled (a little) myself on a stake during a fall. There also were no sidewalks.... where I had gotten almost all of my scabs to begin with. ie: Healthy environment.
Shrug. It just went away. I forgot..
Also, a possible subliminal reason for scab picking for me was the very fact that picking a scab increases the likelyhood of scarring. Increasing the scarring increases the likely hood that that instance will always be remembered. I had this thing about remembering. I never wanted to forget-anything. Not a skinned knee, or a cut, or anything. It seemed like people forgot to much, and I didn't want to be like that, wanted to fill the gap.
nuff about me. Those are my scabbing experiences. Sorry if I grossed anyone out with the eating of part. Good luck.
By the way...if you got a hold of some neosporin or some vaseline and bandaids you could keep your scabs wet--and then picking them is ...well....you'll see.
Bye,
Great thread topic, again.
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