Oral Fixation II

I have a deep, dark secret.
Well, it used to be deep and dark.
Back in elementary school.
And sixth grade.
OK, probably all middle school.
It was deep, dark secret outside of my family unit.
My parents and brother knew.
And my grandma.
Basically, anyone that knew me since I was a little kid.
CONFESSION: I suck my thumb.
Yes, yes I do.
I am a 19 year old thumbsucker.
It is pathetic.
I even had braces.
To correct my bad teeth.
Anyway, I still suck my thumb.
Part of the whole oral fixation thing.
I won't be able to stop.
I don't think I will.
It is so comforting.
Like a blanket.
Or chocolate anything.
It makes me feel happy.
It calms me down.
It's my best friend.
I feel secure.
I know it is a lot for a mere finger.
But it is an important finger.
It is opposable.
It separates humans from lesser animals.
Let's us do a great deal of things.
It is a special finger.
I used to be embarrassed by it.
I still am a little.
Except not much.
I suck my thumb in front of my friends.
The ones I feel comfortable with.
I don't try to hide it.
It is a part of me.
A part of who I am.
Physically and mentally.
I am a thumbsucker.
Mock all you want.