Society tells us it is wrong to steal, yet burglaries, shoplifting and even armed robberies are relatively common. But what about kleptomaniacs-those who suffer from a compulsive urge to steal, even though they do not need to? That's the big question of the day.

I used to doubt if this thing about kleptomania is real until I came across a lady called Jerrela who is suffering from this ordeal, she has hot hands, she just can't help it, she steals uncontrollably.

Read Jerrela's story........................

Looking back, I still do not understand all the aspects that made up my problem. I recall that the one thing that drove me to steal more than anything else was the intense irresistible pleasure it gave me.

Sometimes after I had stolen something and the thrill had worn off, I would feel a bit guity, even stupid because of my actions, but later on my behavior became an addiction and stealing was a normal part of life for me.

I stole as frequently and unthinkingly as people smoke. I first started stealing when I was 16. I am still not sure what triggered it. All I remembered clearly is the good feeling it gave me.

My life of stealing continued until one incident that cost my relationship with my boyfriend Ralph and finally prompted me to seek help.

I can still recall the incident vividly that cost me my relationship. Ralph my ex boyfriend didn't know I had this problem .On the day Ralph planned to propose to me, the intensity of my condition hit me like a ton of bricks. We were in a fancy restaurant and Ralph was digging in his jacket pocket for the ring he had bought me. I knew what he was doing because I had actually stolen the ring from that pocket! After a few more minutes of fumbling in his Jacket, he said he thought he must have dropped it in the car and got up to go and fetch it.

When he left, I went to the ladies toilet. For some reasons, perhaps I unconsciously wanted to be caught I left my bag behind.

When I return, I saw Ralph sitting at the table with my bag open in front of him. He was horrified. He was looking for a pain killer in my bag and he discovered the ring there as well as the cutlery and salt shakers from the restaurant table and a pair of sunglasses he told me had gone missing months before.

It was the first time I felt real remorse for my actions. I realized that I had hurt Ralph and betrayed his trust in me. He did not confront me, but the look on his face said it all. He was deeply shocked, disappointed and disgusted. He simply got up and left and I have never saw him or spoke to him again.

"This is the end of my story of shame" I need help, somebody pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Helpppppppppppppppp Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

Welcome back readers, Now tell me, how can we offer Jerrela help? your suggestion and comments will be highly appreciated.