My History Of Nail Biting
As a child I was a compulsive nail-biter. My mother always said, I started, when she stopped me from chewing the collar of my shirt. So you stop one habit and another starts.
I tried a few times to stop biting my nails, but it wasn’t successful and although I might stop for a few days on holiday outside of the UK, I started when I got back. C didn’t like it and at one time, I was painting awful stuff on my fingers to stop my biting of the nails. It wasn’t that successful.
Incidentally, two of my sons were nail-biters in a small way, but gave up before adulthood, which of course I didn’t do.
But then when I was diagnosed as a coeliac and went on a gluten-free diet, I stopped biting my nails. It happened virtually overnight and I’m not the only person I know, who has found this after going gluten-free.
These days my all twenty of my nails are very dry and need constant care to keep them in good condition. Interestingly, the odd bit I’ve broken off and eaten, taste just like my nails did as a child. You could argue that nails taste like nails, but my good nails of say ten years ago had a different flavour.
So perhaps, I bit my nails as a child because they were dry and that as I liked doing it I’ve remembered the taste.
When they tasted that way, I had these awful breathing problems, just as I have rhinitis today. So perhaps all that time off school, was caused by the same illness that has plagued me this winter.
Perhaps my body is incredibly dry and that is causing the rhinitis.
The great thing is that it didn’t kill me sixty years ago!
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