I pick at the skin of my feet. I developed this compulsion during my 2nd marriage when it was truly falling apart. I really loved this man, but he made life for me and my kids hell. I fought back in my own way, but began to internalize the emotions and it surfaced as skin picking. I don't recall having this before that time, other than as a child picking the skin on my nose when it got sunburned. It took a long time for my mom to get me to stop the behavior. Looking back, I really do realize and wish my parents got help for me when I was young. They did not get me help, unfortunately I can't help but to wonder how much of a difference help back then could have helped me . I suspect it would have helped, but I will never know.