captainhook
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- Aug 2, 2023
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TW: There's mentions of blood, self harm, stitches and more stuff related to some gore-y events
So I've been noticing an issue lately, but right now it's getting super bad and I don't know what to do. In one of my recent posts, I believe my first one even, I had briefly mentioned having been stabbed 3 times. At the time of that stabbing I had been going through a lot, initially I just wanted to cut a little due to self harm frustrations/desires, I had been going through a lot that night and was getting threatened to be sent away. While cutting I just.. got so mad I just wanted to die instead of dealing with what was going on... I ended up just stabbing myself over and over before my mom grabbed me and stopped me from going further. When she pulled me away all I could do was stare inside my leg. I felt nothing, no pain just the shock from having buried a full knife in my leg so many times must've taken over. I felt hollow and couldn't focus on anything. I ended up getting 12 points/stitches later on. (this will all come in handy to know in a minute sorry for the long story) Regardless, I still remember when my brother saw the sight of my leg and practically almost puked before running away, that's what had made me realized what was going on, that I was alive and that I was currently bleeding out, not doing anything to stop it or help. Luckily my mom has dealt with medical situations all her life, and her wraps managed to keep me more together until help was possible. The whole night feels like a blur but too much at the same time.
It's been 2 or 3 months from then... I'm scared... I mean it didn't mean anything to me, but now when I want to self harm, I shake in fear of getting into that state again. Sometimes when I lay at night I notice my polka dotted bedsheets and I think about how I had stained them at the time.. and then my brain wanders back to how it felt to look inside my leg. I still think about my bed's leg covered in blood, my carpet getting stained... things like that. I feel my stomach drop the same way it did when I first originally looked inside my leg. I was so... pink on the inside?... I felt like meat in a trash bag, the way the knife slid in so easily terrified me, makes me hunch in fear whenever I think about it. I can sometimes still imagine the feeling of the knife breaking through my skin into my muscle and that's when I start to panic.
Right now I'm not doing well mentally.. I wanted to self harm for the first time since then and now my chest hurts and it hurts to stay still I keep having to do something different every 3 minutes. It's hard to breathe when I suddenly remember the feelings I went through, and luckily right now I'm not curling up in a ball and crying like the other panic attacks I've had, but I do feel worse than ever. I feel extremely out of my body, sort of the same way when I got stabbed. I feel extremely.. not human. I've had feelings like this before, and it has ended with me wanting to bash my body into things. I start to fantasize ramming my arm into marble tables until I can pop it out of it's socket or ramming my head at a drawer knob in the hopes of the nob going into my eye socket.
I know I've written a lot, I'm super sorry but grateful for all those who have read.. I feel a little stupid having read what I just wrote, it sounds like a stupid thing to complain about when it's self inflicted. Even when I got my stitches, my doctor complained that if I could handle stabbing myself, I shouldn't be a baby and just handle getting stitches without anesthetic (Somehow that experience was worse, the stitches felt cold and all the dried blood that had help was long gone, I kept bleeding the more he went on, and it felt horrible). All of this is dumb, I'm afraid of my own actions. I don't know how to deal with what I've been through. How can someone be afraid of what they caused they themselves?.. Again thank you all for reading.. I'm super sorry for rambling so much... Point of this whole thing is, do you guys think I might have PTSD? Is that even possible when everything was self inflicted? Is this subject maybe unfit under the category of PTSD but more about needing more time to recover?... Let me know what you guys think, also sorry if the story is out of place and rushed in some parts, a lot more happened but I can't ramble on forever.
Take care to all!
So I've been noticing an issue lately, but right now it's getting super bad and I don't know what to do. In one of my recent posts, I believe my first one even, I had briefly mentioned having been stabbed 3 times. At the time of that stabbing I had been going through a lot, initially I just wanted to cut a little due to self harm frustrations/desires, I had been going through a lot that night and was getting threatened to be sent away. While cutting I just.. got so mad I just wanted to die instead of dealing with what was going on... I ended up just stabbing myself over and over before my mom grabbed me and stopped me from going further. When she pulled me away all I could do was stare inside my leg. I felt nothing, no pain just the shock from having buried a full knife in my leg so many times must've taken over. I felt hollow and couldn't focus on anything. I ended up getting 12 points/stitches later on. (this will all come in handy to know in a minute sorry for the long story) Regardless, I still remember when my brother saw the sight of my leg and practically almost puked before running away, that's what had made me realized what was going on, that I was alive and that I was currently bleeding out, not doing anything to stop it or help. Luckily my mom has dealt with medical situations all her life, and her wraps managed to keep me more together until help was possible. The whole night feels like a blur but too much at the same time.
It's been 2 or 3 months from then... I'm scared... I mean it didn't mean anything to me, but now when I want to self harm, I shake in fear of getting into that state again. Sometimes when I lay at night I notice my polka dotted bedsheets and I think about how I had stained them at the time.. and then my brain wanders back to how it felt to look inside my leg. I still think about my bed's leg covered in blood, my carpet getting stained... things like that. I feel my stomach drop the same way it did when I first originally looked inside my leg. I was so... pink on the inside?... I felt like meat in a trash bag, the way the knife slid in so easily terrified me, makes me hunch in fear whenever I think about it. I can sometimes still imagine the feeling of the knife breaking through my skin into my muscle and that's when I start to panic.
Right now I'm not doing well mentally.. I wanted to self harm for the first time since then and now my chest hurts and it hurts to stay still I keep having to do something different every 3 minutes. It's hard to breathe when I suddenly remember the feelings I went through, and luckily right now I'm not curling up in a ball and crying like the other panic attacks I've had, but I do feel worse than ever. I feel extremely out of my body, sort of the same way when I got stabbed. I feel extremely.. not human. I've had feelings like this before, and it has ended with me wanting to bash my body into things. I start to fantasize ramming my arm into marble tables until I can pop it out of it's socket or ramming my head at a drawer knob in the hopes of the nob going into my eye socket.
I know I've written a lot, I'm super sorry but grateful for all those who have read.. I feel a little stupid having read what I just wrote, it sounds like a stupid thing to complain about when it's self inflicted. Even when I got my stitches, my doctor complained that if I could handle stabbing myself, I shouldn't be a baby and just handle getting stitches without anesthetic (Somehow that experience was worse, the stitches felt cold and all the dried blood that had help was long gone, I kept bleeding the more he went on, and it felt horrible). All of this is dumb, I'm afraid of my own actions. I don't know how to deal with what I've been through. How can someone be afraid of what they caused they themselves?.. Again thank you all for reading.. I'm super sorry for rambling so much... Point of this whole thing is, do you guys think I might have PTSD? Is that even possible when everything was self inflicted? Is this subject maybe unfit under the category of PTSD but more about needing more time to recover?... Let me know what you guys think, also sorry if the story is out of place and rushed in some parts, a lot more happened but I can't ramble on forever.
Take care to all!
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