My most embarrassing trich moment

This section is compiled with input from trichsters.   

My most embarrassing moment was when I was younger and had pulled out most of my hair and all of my lashes and brows. We had a family dinner to go to with all the cousins and relatives there. I had an Uncle that liked to play games with all of the nieces and nephews and he came over to me and pulled off my wig. Needless to say I ran away crying and refused to go back to the dinner. I chose instead to go hide in my mom and dads car. I told my mom that I would NEVER talk to him again. I had such hatred towards him that I refused to have anymore to do with him at all. He had tried to ask for forgiveness and I refused to speak with him again. He died before I grew up enough to realize that things happen sometimes that we can't control and to hold to hatred that long only hurt myself more. I kept the shame from that night with me. As long as I refused to accept his apologies I was as much in pain
as he was.. So, there it is.

My most embarrasing moment was when I went on a underground mine tour with my mom and all her friends (I was already married by then).  No one could see that I was pulling at that stage.  We were standing in a long row afterwards, all ready to receive our meal.  I was talking to our ex-neighbour - a mine captain, who was also standing in the row.  The next moment the PRO came to me.  I've got no idea where she knows me from, but she walked up to me, between all those friends of my moms and the neighbour, and in a loud voice said:  So Amanda, do you still pull out your hair?  I almost died!

My family always went to the beach, and one summer a former brother-in-law was filming some family antics in the beach house. Well, of course the family gathered around to view it, and there I was, in the
background, pulling away while reading a book. I was really mortified, but my family was never one to create public embarrassment, so nothing was ever said. Nothing was ever done to get me help, either.

In elementary school, a candid picture of me made it into the "yearbook." Unfortunately, the camera caught me pulling out my eyelashes! Oh no-- photographic evidence!!

My most embarrassing moment when last year when I bought Disneyland annual
passes for my children and I. I wore my usual baseball cap, however I wasn't
wearing my usual hairpieces underneath. When we went to take the picture
that goes on your pass the woman photographing me told me I had to take off
my hat. I thought I would DIE. I told her that I always wore my hat, but
she said no way could she take my picture with my hat due to security
reasons. I felt so ashamed in front of my children. I did not want to let
them down, so I went to the bathroom and tried to hide my baldness(75%) with
the little hair on my head. I took the picture, and every time I go to
Disneyland and show my pass it makes me want to cringe. I thought for sure
that the humiliation I had endured would make me quit, yet I couldn't.

When I was in high school I was a freshman on the varsity basketball team, which I might add was a good thing. However, during a game one night in front of all the fans and parents that filled the bleachers I went up for a rebound and another girl from the opposing team came down on my head this causing my bandana to slip off. The referee stopped the entire game and called a "time out" to see if I was OK. I said "yes" of course and continued to play. BUT after the game I rushed into  he locker room and cried my eyes out! The boy I had a crush on was in the stands when this happened, looking back now what
seemed like en eternity of embarrassment was just a few embarassing moments.

Second most embarrassing moment: Last summer we went with another couple out on the town in OOB, Maine for a night away  from our kids and to be kids for an evening. So we went to the amusement park and decided to take a ride on the roller coaster. Well, I didn't know you couldn't wear a hat on the roller coaster...Park safety rules as I was told. I considered sitting the ride out and waiting for my husband and friends but they said what the heck and my husband and I sat in back of them and off we went. No biggy right....? No One told me that at a certain point on the ride they have a camera that takes your picture as you round a particularly wild curve. Imagine my horror when after the ride we went to leave and there is my big bald head up on the screen for the world and the park patrons to see. C'est la vie as they say in OOB. My friends and I laugh about it now, but then it was awwwwwwwful!

My trich was very noticable in grade school. My most embarrassing moments revolve around then. One was during science class in 6th grade, when the teacher started talking about the little mites that live in your eyelashes. He said, that even if you pull the eyelash out, the bugs stay there. The whole class looked at me and starting laughing.

Also when a boy pulled my hat off at recess (he got in big trouble!).

Also, some girls caught me biting my arm hairs in 7th grade.

Also, Our school had a monthly assembly, where they did a pledge of allegiance. They wouldn't let me keep the hat on, so I would have to stand behind everyone and take it off. Everyone knew what I was back there for. Also just all the things that kids would say to me, asking if I had cancer, etc... All very very embarrassing.

Anyway.. the most embarassing moment I had with my trich problem was just last week. I was at my desk pulling away.. One of my boyfriend's best friend came by to use my computer and lo and behold there on my desk was a PILE of evidence of my problem.. I had gotten up and given him the seat.. and didnt realise that all my hair was over the keyboard and all over the desk.. it was so very embarassing..!!

My most embaressing trich moment was in school in fourth grade. A boy knocked a paper off my desk I reached down to get it and he knocked my hat off. In front of my whole class!!

When I was about ten years old, my public school had a mandatory lice inspection program where these 'professional's would
visit our school and start inspecting each and every child's hair for lice - AS THEY WORKED in class. By this time in my
life, everybody in my class knew that I pulled my hair because , 1: they saw me do it from time to time, and 2 : because my
fourth grade teacher had disrupted the class the previous year to announce : "Jim, stop pulling your hair out - you look
like a Bald Eagle!" but this wasn't the really embarrassing time. The time that I wish to share is when the
LICE-professionals were coming around to me and the kids in my class burst into laughter as one of them yelled : "well this
won't take too long for Jim!"

high, I actually just got used to their cruel remarks. When I was around 14, my hair pulling was really bad and I had attended a family funeral. I had just covered bald spots up with remaining hair using several bobby pins. I had a very blunt aunt who among the quiet crowd, openly announced to my mom, "how did she get that big bald spot on her head?" I think my mom just
did not answer, and I will never forget this horrible remark especially in a very inappropriate setting.

I was very bored during World Culture, so I pulled. I kept pulling until
there was this gigantic pile of hair on the floor. Then I looked at it and
I'm like "Oh no!" I spread the hair out with my feet and then ran out of the
room when the bell rang. Later, I went back in for Science (I have the same
teacher for both). Someone had piled up all the hair and kicked it away from
the desk. I can only hope that no one knew that that was all my hair! Gross!

Once, I parted my hair differently to hide a bald spot. It didn't stay
very well and it all fell in my face during lunch. There were 5 people
sitting at my table. Two of them knew that I had a bald spot there, two knew
that I pulled out my hair, but they didn't know how much, and one had no
idea that I did that. So, my hair fell in my face and I just sort of
panicked. I got a comb and make-up mirror out of my purse and tried to fix
it. The mirror was to small! I was struggling with my hair, and one of the
girls who knew about Trich but not about the bald spot came up to me and was
like "I can do that." I didn't want everyone to see the bald spot, so I held
the comb tightly and said "No! I'm fine! See, I've got it." She looked at me
and said that I had put more hair on one side than the other. I told her that
I really didn't care. She just gave me the strangest look while the two who
knew what was there were cracking up, and the rest of them just stared at us.
I was really embarrased at the time, but now I laugh.

I always kept a spare set of fake lashes in my underwear drawer. One day we
got all dressed up to go somewhere. Later that day my son noticed something
black inside my panty hose down low. I've always had a morbid fear of
spiders. As my son pointed out this "black thing" in my pantyhose, I could
feel it's prickly legs tickling my leg. You've never seen pantyhose come
off as fast as those did! I ripped them off in a split second, only to find
out it was one of my fake lashes that had somehow "crawled" into my
pantyhose in the underwear drawer.

Another embarrassing moment (or panic moment) was the time I woke up in a.m.
to use the bathroom. As I was washing my hands at the sink, I noticed one
of my fake lashes was gone (and at that time my husband didn't even know I
wore them nor did he know of my trich). I didn't have another set so I
SEARCHED FOR THEM DESPERATELY! I looked all over the bathroom, in the
commode, the sink, the floor....EVERYWHERE! Then I slipped back into the
bedroom quietly while my husband slept, searching for it on my pillow, the
covers, the floor by the bed! Oh God! Where is it? I back-tracked where I
had walked to the bathroom looking for it. Then I went back to the
bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking how ugly I was without
it, and thinking how pathetic I was, when I noticed something black in my
hair. I looked closer in the mirror and THERE IT WAS! In my hair. So, I
hurried to get my glue and reglued it. Went back to bed with my husband as
if nothing had ever happened. WHEW! That was close.

When I was a teenager, I had a boyfriend who rode me around on his
motorcycle. I had just discovered that I could wear fake lashes and no one
ever knew of my trich. My first ride on his motorcycle was really fun. I
was so afraid that my fake lashes would blow off while riding the motorcycle
with him. I was more worried about my lashes blowing off than me falling
off the cycle. I kept reaching up to my fakes lashes to make sure the wind
wasn't ripping them off. Then I checked again to make sure they were on
once we arrived at our destination. They felt intact so I didn't worry.
Then later that day I noticed myself in a mirror. Lashes were there but
they were flaring straight upwards! It was so weird looking! All I needed
was my hair standing on ends and I would have looked scared to death.

My most embarrassing moment was when I was in 5th grade, and I probably
started around then. And it was me, my brother, and someone else in the
car. He yelled at me because my eyebrows didn't have much hair, but I
didn't know what it was then, and he still doesn't know what I have. But
I was sooooo mad at him I wanted to hurt him. But what happened is, he
scared me by saying 2 hairs will grow back in place of that one. And
ever since then, I'm now starting back at picking at my eyebrows
though....ever since then, I was freaked out. 

exams, and everyone had a single table. Of course the more the exam was difficult and stressing, the more I pulled... I found the History exam easy so didn't pull a lot during that morning, but during the lunch-pause, friends came near my chair to talk, and a good friend, sitting on my chair, said (very loudly of course) "Wow, Catherine, there are a lot of hair on the floor!!" Fortunately other people didn't hear and he didn't go on even if I didn't answer!!!!!