Yep, I have it. Though I'm pretty sure by now it's not all in my head, but I guess that is a symptom of the disorder too. It's like the crazy person claiming they're not crazy... But then again, if I can admit there is a chance I AM crazy, I can't really be crazy, can I? What a mindf***
It may be difficult to distinguish BDD from accurate (and justifiably emotionally fraught) self-perception by a perceptive individual who is actually physically disfigured in some way that would be acknowledged by others. This is a societally awkward topic, as we have a tendency today to use inclusive and supportive language in discussing body form. However, it must be acknowledged that humans do judge others' faces and bodies according to standards or spectra of physical attractiveness; that these judgements are not arbitrary but when studied tend to indicate general preference for such properties as symmetry and proportions close to the population average. There may be a tendency to over-diagnose BDD rather than to acknowledge this "unjust" or unfair aspect of human existence and human relations. It should be pointed out in this regard that the descriptions of the disorder hedge on the question of whether there is possibly actual disfigurement. "may be no noticeable disfigurement" "though they may generally be of normal or even highly attractive appearance". The use of the term "perceived defect" in the diagnostic definition does not distinguish between an accurately or inaccurately perceived defect, and this may lead to over-diagnosis, because BDD can only be a psychiatric disorder if in essence it is based on a misperception. In short, "emotional distress caused by rationally perceived body dysmorphia" should be categorized and treated differently than "misperceived or self-exaggerated body dysmorphia".
I know what you mean.
This paragraph here from the Wikipedia page on BDD confuses me:
So does that mean that if I am actually disfigured I can't have BDD?
This is where I feel I am justified in thinking I am a "freak" - the body part (which I won't mention for certain reasons) I am distressed over is significantly far from the average in size (no, it's not my nose). I guess you could say "Well screw what society thinks/prefers, just love yourself", but it really isn't that easy. I WANT to fit in, I want to be close to average. I want to be normal, and yes I think normal does exist in the sense that things fit a bell curve, with normal falling in the average. If you fall outside you're screwed. Others may not agree with me but that is how I feel.
Wow. I never saw that before. It's what people don't want to acknowledge, that maybe there really IS something wrong with your appearance and it isn't just all in your head.
I also noticed that the article mentions that humans tend to prefer proportions close to the average:
"However, it must be acknowledged that humans do judge others' faces and bodies according to standards or spectra of physical attractiveness; that these judgements are not arbitrary but when studied tend to indicate general preference for such properties as symmetry and proportions close to the population average. There may be a tendency to over-diagnose BDD rather than to acknowledge this "unjust" or unfair aspect of human existence and human relations."
This is where I feel I am justified in thinking I am a "freak" - the body part (which I won't mention for certain reasons) I am distressed over is significantly far from the average in size (no, it's not my nose). I guess you could say "Well screw what society thinks/prefers, just love yourself", but it really isn't that easy. I WANT to fit in, I want to be close to average. I want to be normal, and yes I think normal does exist in the sense that things fit a bell curve, with normal falling in the average. If you fall outside you're screwed. Others may not agree with me but that is how I feel.
Sometimes I don't want to go outside because the whole process of putting on my mask (makeup) and doing my hair makes me so lazy. I like makeup...but man, I wish I had nice skin so I could just go without it sometimes. But even the idea of going to a dermatologist makes me super anxious. I don't think I could sit in that chair and have him or her inspect my skin and see the looks of disgust on their faces. I have made some progress with other areas I used to focus on, but new obsessions seem to crop up anyway. Makes me wonder if there will always be something . Some days are better than others.