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I've never cut, but I bite my nails to the point of bleeding some times. I don't know how to stop, but I'm trying. Nailbiting is considered among some schools to be another form of self-destructive behavior, akin to cutting.

It makes sense, especially considering that the teeth are right there. On occasion I will also use a bladed edge to get at some of the skin I can't cut with my teeth alone. This, also until I bleed. Typing is painful when this goes too far.

I'm not sure if this relates to your thread at all, but it was good to let out, and for some reason your post made me go on this tangent. sweatdrop

I used to be addicted to it, for much the same reasons you stated. But I did it for a lot of stupid reasons, too. Like if I didn't answer a question a teacher asked me right, or if someone yelled at my friend but I couldn't back them up, that sort of thing. I was pretty bad for awhile, to the point where I would use almost anything that would work--nails, scissors, safety pins, mechanical pencils, broken plastic or glass, paperclips, even a hooked earring in a pinch. I was so desperate for some control over my life, because I was loosing friends at a rapid pace--no one wanted to deal with me--my grades were taking a radical dive, family life was crap...etc, etc, etc. I was punishing myself for thinking I was more than worthless, I was punishing myself for thinking that I was worthless. I have tons of scars now, and though I don't like them, I don't hide them either. My thinking now is just "This is who I am". Now I only do it on those rare occasions where I lose control again. SI was my anti-suicide for awhile.

I'm 15 and I started cutting when I was 12. I cut for 2 and a half years, I've been clean 8 months now.

But when I did cut, it was just about every night. It was never on my wrist 'cause I didn't actually want to kill myself. If it was on my wrist, it was never deep, but I still have scars on my arm from where I did do it. You can literally feel the bumps on my arm from where my scars were. I grew up in a family where no one ever really noticed any of my actions... I coulda slit my throat and no one would notice till I was half dead on the ground and they tripped over me... But my father was an alcoholic, my step dad now is an alcoholic and my mother is starting to drink more than usual. It's a tough world out there and life is sometimes hard to cope with.

We all need an escape. It's just a matter of time before cutting has run itself out. And we look for more harmful ways to inflict damage upon our bodies...

domokun

Thanks for all the replies and insight biggrin

I am going to try something just to see if it might work. If the dark thought storm comes next time I get the urge and I can still control it, I am just going to cover my arms with pure vitamin E oil. I figure stickier arms might not be as enjoyable to cut and the pure vitamin E oil is the best thing for helping reduce the appearance of scars and it's good for around the eyes too. But if your scars are very light, this depending on the width of the scars might make disappear entirely. Pick up some if you get the chance.

I cannot believe only a few weeks ago I wanted to cut up my face and burn it or impale myself. The meds have been helping a lot. But I've just come to realise that life is too short for me to hate myself. I've been really trying hard to move past such thoughts. Yes cutting is pain you can control but sometimes I guess we all have so much pain that we don't need anymore.

*hugs* for all of you.

I started cutting around 14 or 15 ..now 17 cutting comes back to me every year around August,September,or October.. I cant stand it when I cut it just makes me feel so much worse ..plus if my mom finds out I cut agian ..back to the hospital and possibly the state hospital..I just need to talk to someone right now so if you want to talk please feel free to PM me..
Thanks
Komanda Kits

I've bruised the knuckle on my right hand by hitting the side of it with the remote. I was barely aware of it, and after about 2 hours of that I couldn't even feel it anymore. So I just kept going. My hand is a mess. I stopped for like 30 mins, to talk to Rach on the phone while I had a smoke. That's it..I hate looking at my hand now.