Here, I am an adult and I really want to cut myself. When I was a teenager, I was taught that it was disgraceful, harmful, and bad. No one around me had ever done it. My parents were very strict with me, and once I started cutting, they would immediately notice and stop me from continuing this behavior.
But after I became an adult and lived alone outside, when I browsed online pictures of bloodstains and scars from cutting, I felt envious, a strong desire. I felt very sorry, as if I had lost a teenage period that should have been full of bleeding and "those". I was very sad and felt extremely lost.
Although I had various self-harming behaviors in the past, such as binge eating, forced staying up late, forced taking sleeping pills and inducing emotions, none of them had any identifiable traces. When I was a child, I often scratched my skin with my nails while crying, which was very satisfying and relieving. There were obvious deep scratches on my thighs, which expanded as I grew older, but the location of the scratches was too hidden and hardly anyone noticed.
Now what troubles me is not how painful it is or anything else, but my age. Even though I am despised for this behavior by others, they can still excuse it by saying "She was just misled by the bad information on the internet, she was just following the trend, the bad information should be dealt with instead". But now I am a "judgmental" adult, and in the past decade of bipolar disorder, I have never cut myself. And starting to cut in my twenties would seem very strange and incomprehensible, like you know, it seems to be a privilege exclusive to teenagers. It was only after I became an adult that I first started dealing with the psychological aspects related to cutting. Yes, it was only after I became an adult that I particularly wanted to cut, really wanted to cut. But my age made me feel extremely ashamed, which meant I had to be completely exposed to the adult society. I am no longer a teenager, but I think I am to some extent still a teenager.