i am happy (tho sad too) to see that there are so many of us adults suffering, and
i mean suffering, from this disorder
that there's a name for it! i'm 37 and
still rock. i have been tortured by this ever since I can remember, which means I may have started before I could remember. my mother used to tell me that i should stop, over and over again, or put her arm on me to stop me. i developed a complex about it and now at 37 still can't stop, with so much shame about it.