Cotton buds….. friend or foe?
As always the journalists on this paper seek to break new ground and as we hear
of unusual stories we endeavour to follow them up.
I took myself to a drug rehabilitation centre where amongst all the other
addicts I met with the person who was my reason to be there. I was interviewing a young man wearing ear
protectors. As time progressed and his
confidence grew he told me his story.
“I came from a good home and had a very happy childhood, okay my parents smoked
and drank a little, you know how it is they went to a church social club, but
there was no serious addiction. I did
well at school and got a place at University.
It was there that I think my problem started.”
I didn’t push him to continue too quickly as I could see it wasn’t easy for
him, I offered him a cigarette to relax him, this seemed to calm him and he
continued.
“It was there while I was alone, studying and writing essays that I started
scratching my ears with my pen and for a year or so that kept the happy. As
time passed and exam pressures came I started poking around in my ear hole.
This gave me a buzz and soon I was wrapping tissue paper around matchsticks,
but things got really serious when a friend told me about cotton buds. I went into a chemist’s shop in an unfamiliar
district and bought a small pack. I
could hardly wait to get home and try them.”
At this point he paused and took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before
continuing.
“It was just how he said it would be, I was lifted to great heights, it was almost orgasmic.
I was satisfied. I found that
once a week while having my Sunday bath was enough…. At
first. But soon I was doing a
cotton bud every morning before work. My
habit was causing me no problems, I had a good job and
was able to afford exotic concoctions to put on the buds to give me a bigger
lift. But my habit was becoming an addiction, I finally lost my job because I kept nipping out
to the toilet for a quick twiddle.
He was almost in tears as he related his sad tale but he continued.
“I was now using a box a day, I had even
experimented with ‘kinky’ games like 3 in an ear but still true satisfaction
eluded me. Soon many chemists stopped
selling to me and I even resorted to paying young children to go in the shop
and buy them for me. Gradually my
friends disappeared, I became very lonely, I even
searched the inter-net but it seemed I was alone or were they too scared to
come out of the ‘bathroom cabinet’. As
my ear holes began to get abnormally large I realised I needed help.”
Our friend sought help from his GP but received no real help.
“Sure he did his best but giving me drops and a wad of cotton wool did not cure
my addiction, soon I was back on the cotton buds. When I found myself going through the dustbin
to try and find and reuse dirty buds I realised that
I must do something drastic.”
By this time he was much calmer, it seemed that this interview had lifted a
heavy weight.
“I checked in here and decided that I had to go ‘cold turkey’, so I sit wearing
these ear protectors, you see they are alarmed so if I try to remove them
somebody comes quickly and counsels me.
I’m nearly cured now, another couple of months
should see me out of here.”
I left there with a great feeling, it seems that human
kind has great depths of strength.
BUT BEWARE OF THE REAL BUZZ YOU GET
WHEN YOU CLEAN YOUR EARS WITH A COTTON BUD.
Ralph ‘I’ve kicked the habit’ Edmunds