I am truly amazed. Until this moment, I have felt totally alone with my picking obsession. This has only added to my feeling of freakishness. I am 48 years old and have been picking practically all of my life. The earliest I can remember attention being called to it was in the 6th grade. Without even realizing I'm doing it, I pick until I bleed. I, too, have gone through life getting blood on everything. When people notice the blood, they have every right to be grossed out. When people notice my picking, they study what I'm doing and soon notice the cuts and tears around my cuticles. This leads to embarrassment, stress, and more picking. I've also picked at my toes all this time, but to a lesser degree - presumably because of the need to wear shoes and the awkwardness of huddling over one's feet. About 5 or 6 years ago, I discovered the bottoms of my feet as prime picking ground and now my evenings spent in front of the TV or while reading a book include both finger and feet picking. I pick all day at work when I'm not typing. Sometimes I find a little pile of picked skin on my chair from picking my fingers on my lap. I'm sure other people notice this too. My wife is the only person who knows the extent to which I pick, but after being together 25 years, she still doesn't understand it. She probably never will. I don't really understand it myself except that it's an obsession that I seem to have little or no control over. Or maybe I do have control but I just haven't exercised it yet. Anyway - it's good to know I'm not alone. I'm looking forward to exploring this site more. Maybe this is what I need in order to get a grip and overcome my obsession. Even if my habits remain unchanged, it's still good to know I'm not alone. Thanks for speaking up and thanks for sharing.