Ah, to possess tentacle hair!
With my luck, one side would still be limp and scraggly. Could I comb my tentacles over to one side to cover up? No. This is my latest strategy, however.
I part my hair to the side. I’ve worn it that way for years. When my bangs misadjust themselves, a toss of my head rearranges them. What people who don’t live with me miss, is that I toss my head interminably throughout the day.
The frequency and intensity of head tossing are directly related to two things—anxiety of course, and the length of my bangs. To keep my head tossing muscles from becoming too prominent and glossy, I schedule bimestrial hair appointments.
Our family stylist, Kira, is a blessing. She has a brother with Asperger’s, so she is very sensitive to Liev and me. She entertains and soothes Liev with the flair of a favorite aunt. On a particularly twitchy morning, she hauled out the big book of hair colors for me to peruse. She knew I would savor the nylon expanse of color.
I feel so comfortable with Kira, I shared my worry over the problematic right side of my head.
My hair has a fine, European texture. One woman told me I had “Disney Princess” hair. This is the most laughable thing I ever heard. My hair is soft and silky—but it is distributed in a bizarre manner.
The back of my head is a tropical tangle and the left side is modestly dense. The right side, however, is thinning badly. It isn’t quite Yoda-ish, but at the rate my hair is thinning, I am concerned.
Kira suggested I might be doing something specific to thin my hair. Do I sleep always on the same side? No. Do I twist or tug at my hair? No.
Trichotillomaniacs pepper our family, so I took note. I might pursue a pimple with lusty gusto, but I don’t pull out my hair. We decide to style my hair parted to the left to normalize my appearance.
As she finishes my ‘do, she encouraged me. “It will occur to you, Lori. One moment you will be doing something…” She paused and tipped her head to the side. Dramatically she swooped her fingers through her hair. “And you will realize what is thinning your hair.”
In an instant, I realized– that is what I do! I am a compulsive hair-raker. I must rake my hands through the right side of my hair three dozen times a day. I never connected my quirk with hair loss. I don’t fuss with the left side because I am right-handed. I would not reach across my field of vision.
Kira solved a grand mystery. I’ve had periodic thinning for years. Under stress, I rake manically. Raking is a tic of sorts, a nervous re-adjustment.
Why would anybody rake their hair into such a state? Well, you would pull up a pair of sinking baggy pants. You notice the sensation and hike up your trousers. If the sensation is too annoying, you get new pants or a belt. I am stuck with my scalp, so I might consider a headband.
Ha. I reckon I’d wind up with a little bald ring circumnavigating my head, so perhaps not.
Heaven help me, I might need to use some self-control!
The portrait is “Countessa with Squid” by the incredible Omar Rayyan.