I can really relate to your story. When I was younger, my grandma knitted a blanket for me, there were little bits of fluffed up wool and I started to grow a habit of kneading the fluff together. (For some reason, this also caused my mouth to lightly suck on my teeth.) I just couldn't stop. I then had to join school and my parents had to take the knitted blanket away from me as they knew it would be embarrassing to carry it around with me in school. Then I automatically switched to my hair and it gave me the same relief it would when I touched the wool. I've also picked up on smelling my hair as an unstoppable habit too. I can stop touching & smelling it if I am distracted and my hands are busy. But if I'm reading, listening to someone talk, or watching a movie ect. I have to be touching and smelling my hair.
IIN to love to rub fabrics between my fingers?
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I can really relate to your story. When I was younger, my grandma knitted a blanket for me, there were little bits of fluffed up wool and I started to grow a habit of kneading the fluff together. (For some reason, this also caused my mouth to lightly suck on my teeth.) I just couldn't stop. I then had to join school and my parents had to take the knitted blanket away from me as they knew it would be embarrassing to carry it around with me in school. Then I automatically switched to my hair and it gave me the same relief it would when I touched the wool. I've also picked up on smelling my hair as an unstoppable habit too. I can stop touching & smelling it if I am distracted and my hands are busy. But if I'm reading, listening to someone talk, or watching a movie ect. I have to be touching and smelling my hair.