#vent I think my mom might be trying to make my skin look perfect. Well, at least that's my conclusion. A few minutes ago she discovered scabs on my leg she didn't know about and she got mad at me. I was trying not to cry, but tears were already welling up in my eyes as she told me the risk of an infection I might get. Mom, if only you'd know about how bad my anxiety can get sometimes, then you shouldn't have to ask me why I do it. I mean, what if I don't know why I picked at scabs (I usually don't know)? This has been happening for at least a few years now. I want it to stop, but I don't know how I can. Besides going to therapy, I don't know what else to do.