Sadly I did, and I totally regret it. So annoyed with myself in having setbacks on trying to overcome SA, I had this overwhelming desire to punish myself. Instead of cutting under the forearm I cut above it and now to this day I have 2 deep scars on each forearm along with the 26 stitch insertions. Not too bad as I am quite tan, but up close it is noticeable.
Even when i look back at that moment I just cannot believe how calm I was. It serves a reminder to me on how low I was at that point.
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i've cut my arms before but i don't like the feeling, its not the pain the feeling of the blade going through makes me sick. i get a clothes hanger and i hit my arms and legs with it, because it doesn't leave a scar and the red marks go away.
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i've cut my arms before but i don't like the feeling, its not the pain the feeling of the blade going through makes me sick. i get a clothes hanger and i hit my arms and legs with it, because it doesn't leave a scar and the red marks go away.
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 7:06 am Post subject: Re: Have you Ever Cut?
Descartes wrote:
Have you ever cut your wrist, arm, stomach, legs, or some other body part intentionally because of depression?
Have you?
I don't see what's bad about cutting. I honestly don't.
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The first time I cut myself I didn't even thin about it. The knife was in front of me and my mom screamed something about how worthless I was, so I took it and cut my wrist as hard as I could. It wouldn't stop bleeding, and my parents were about to take me to the doctor because it was going everywhere. Luckily, it stopped before we ever left. That was the first time my mom told me she was going to take me to a psychiatrist. I was so relieved. She never did though because I seemed to be doing well.
Since then I've still done it, and it seems like it's always been right after my mom has told me how much I am nothing. I only did it then for the relief that it gave, like I was finally doing something good and taking care of everything. It's not something I do frequently, I haven't tried in over a year. I still have scars though, but it was only something I really did in that really hard time.
I have. Actually found this forum through a self injury support forum.
I'm not sure why I do it though, or why I started. It's an addiction. And I also can't make myself what is so bad about cutting. I really can't.
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