My Big Fat Flaky ‘Secret’ – Blogtober Day #4

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Today’s Blogtober theme is sharing a secret about yourself. Mine isn’t a secret from people who know me, but it is a secret in terms of my blogger self. I haven’t ever shared anything about it until today so for day four of Blogtober, we’re talking about something that affects me massively every day, but I don’t know how to spell it without Google. This is seborrheic dermatitis.

And it’s awful.

It’s a skin condition… it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t even really harm me and I know I shouldn’t complain but I am. I’m complaining because it means that I can’t do things that I used to love: I can’t sit in a scalding hot bath for an hour and come out looking like a lobster. I can’t wear make-up anymore without looking like a snake that is part-way through shedding its skin. Wanna wear black Amy? Nah, mate, speckled white with flakes of your face. In the grand scheme of things, these things aren’t big and there are people going through way worse things than I am.

But this ‘disease’ is driving me up the wall.

It affects my scalp, hairline, eyebrows, ears and face, making them go very red, irritated and worst of all, flaky. Big, massive flakes of skin protruding from my face like I’m turning into stone. It’s literally the adult version of cradle cap, but on my face.

I would love to glam up for work, nights out… even just because I can, but I can count the days my skin will co-operate on one hand. It gets worse in humid weather or really cold, windy conditions, so the UK is really the worst place for it. I’ve found a few things that have helped but I haven’t consistently had a clear complexion since I was about twenty. Seborrheic dermatitis mainly affects blokes, which is a decent indication of my shitty luck, and comes and goes as it pleases. For me, it’s not normally gone entirely but just fluctuates in how minging it is to look at day to day.

The kicker here is that there is no cure for it. I’ve had this for around six years and it’s just getting worse. I find things that work and then they stop working. It’s taken all this time to get a referral to a Dermatologist (which is happening in around three weeks) but the fact is that I’m stuck with it and there’s very little I can do. I’ve tried so many creams, shampoos and potions to get it to bugger off but no. It’s staying.

So, now my secret is out in the open.

I’m hoping to blog about living with it a bit more frequently, giving tips about trying to calm it and trying out all sorts of skin care options to try and rein in the flakes. If you’re currently suffering from this infuriating condition, don’t just trundle through it alone. I’d love to get to know you and swap tips (or have a good ol’ whinge because we can!) on dealing with being a flaky mofo.

So there it is. The truth is out and my skin is my own worst enemy. It’s difficult to be comfortable in something that sheds quite as much as this. Let me know in the comments if you’re a fellow sufferer, and what you’d like to see more of on the subject. The internet is rubbish when it comes to this sort of thing, so I’m going to try and clear up the mess with first hand reviews and advice, so your input here is super vital!




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