Sascha Smith-Allum
Bio
New to this. Always written since a young age and never thought of a place to make them public.
Stories (3/0)
Anxious Cigarettes
I was twelve years old when I finally stopped sucking my thumb. I did that on my own. My mum had tried multiple techniques; mustard, nail biting prevention liquid, shouting at me, confiscating my blanket. Yet, all the while I felt the need to rebel and continue to self-soothe by sucking my thumbs, rubbing the bridge of my nose with my index finger and inhaling the familiar smell of normality from my blanket (Which my dad would call my “smoke filter”). The sensations that satisfied the olfactory system helped me through a lot of stressful years, so of course I would never stop just because I was told too. I had to, and did, stop in my own time; when I was ready.
By Sascha Smith-Allum2 years ago in Families