Honestly, I thought I Self Harmed differently from other people... but I realize I'm not the only one !
My story: I started when I was a bit before teenager (I don't remember the year exactly), i didn't have a rough childhood.. my mom owned a daycare center, I got an allowance bi weekly for helping out,went to church every Sunday, participated in every church and school event ever, I even tried to get into cheerleading................ that kinda shit.. BUT I felt trapped.. weighed by expectations to be smart and kind and sweet and polite. I couldn't get upset or I get in trouble. I couldn't say "no ma'am I don't want to talk to that stranger" because I'd get punished. I had no opinions, if I did it was wrong.
During this time, I would have breakdowns alone. No one knew, I would take rubber bands and hurt myself with it because the pain mentally distracted me. But of course as time goes by it got worse and I had trouble coping. My mom accidentally broke a glass cup one day and I told her I'd get It because she was kinda busy. So I started picking up the glass and cut my finger.
It was kind of a bad day I believe which makes it much different from hurting yourself on a good day .. my mind, for lack of better terms, exploded with a different sensation of relief.. like watching the blood form in the cut and slowly leak out made me feel so nice.. I kept that very piece. I hid it under the carpet in my room.
The next time my mom or school(again, don't remember) said or did something that really just upset me.. I walked to my room and desperately searched for the one item that might change my life... I found it and honestly my hesitation probably was 10 minutes worth. I remember feeling the blood in my body and feeling everything, wondering if this was a good idea, should I? What if I get in trouble?
My mind ran for a bit before I decided, just a poke. Don't have to cut it but just poke it for the pain .. I took the pointed part and just jabbed my arm .. nothing.. I jabbed it again.. nothing... okay maybe a light scrape. Nothing... not enough pressure. Too much hesitation..
I got frustrated with my self and yanked the glass across my arm.. success... the thin red line started to go form.. but no pain ... why was there no pain ... it was a delayed Reaction.. I felt it and it felt good... that day changed it all... I started cutting like .. once a week.. just one cut.. my sleeves got longer, but if anyone asked... my cat did it.. my dog did it .. there was a stray kitten I saved, it did it.. the gate .. the door frame.. a kid from daycare.. every excuse I could find I used all while hiding the best I could..
I hardly had control over my own clothing selection but I'd keep arm warmers in my back pack.. i got a variety of colors I can wear... as time went on it increased in frequency.. once a week.. twice a week... 5 times a week... daily.. just to feel alive, just to know I'm still feeling... I did it for years, I constantly wire sleeves, or a jacket, or a coat.. even in the summer.. I was allegedly the next Columbine Killer because he wore a winter coat to school and shot a lot of people.. so no one messed with me.. they left me alone..
Fast forward a few years I didn't have anything yo cut with, it was a bad day, I need help, my mind is wondering, something.. anything for pain.. my frustrations spilled over and a punched myself in the face.. it felt good but I was still angry .. I'm stupid, I'm ugly I hate me, just die.. every phrase gave me more power to hit myself in the head, harder and harder. I'm seeing stars, I'm not so angry.. I'm in my own circle of tears.. it was like a small orgasm of pain explosions.. i liked it... now I cut, I hit, I bite I slap, I punch.. my mistreatment of myself has no limits..
During all of this, I wish I was better off dead.. only recently in the last 8 years have any of my efforts gotten close enough to be hospitalized.. once drinking SN, someone came and saved me .. I lied and told them I was supposed to have sodium nitrAte for studying (I was in nursing school) and the person have me nitrIte.. they fell for it.. I tried to overdose 3 times, hang myself (I ended up being too drunk and stopped and intuitionalized for 3 weeks.. valentine day was a day) I tried to shoot myself, again.. drunk as fuck and people were there to stop me...
As far as my scars... I'll share also... and I'm left handed so most are on my right hand/arm..