When I was about four or five I sucked my fingers there was a bite mark. My Mum was worried that I would never stop doing that. I felt safe, relaxed and happy. When I got in trouble I would suck my fingers, then my Mum and Dad would know I'm in trouble. I stopped because one night I forgot about doing it and I never did it again.
I felt sad that I don't do it anymore and I try sucking my fingers. It tastes disgusting now.
I felt sad that I don't do it anymore and I try sucking my fingers. It tastes disgusting now.
