cloudgazer26
quiet is violent
- Jul 9, 2021
- 22
I'm too much of a coward to cut so I've always scratched my back and shoulders and legs and pick at my face until I bleed
That's amazing, and no small feat by any means. The circumstances are obviously terrible, but I'm so glad to hear that you feel a little less alone after finding some sort of community within these posts/this forum. And of course, my inbox is open if you ever just want to chat or blow off some steam or whatever – and this applies to everyone else here as well. Life's a real son of a bitch and my heart truly goes out to all of you.but decided not to as you all made me feel better :)
I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. I hope someone heard your cry for help but you're probably hiding it so you're right, they won't.I started scratching/biting my hands when I was like 10 yo. Always got weird looks and comments on how I had wounds on my hands. Always hated it. Managed to somewhat get it under control over the years. Completely stopped last year. Had actual hope that shit would improve. Then everything fell apart and now I self harm more than ever. Started actual cutting recently BC I've lost all hope of ever getting a better life and bus date is coming up. Not even sure why I do it. Scratching/biting was always a kind of release of pressure. But this now? I think it's more of a scream for help. A scream that I suspect will go completely unheard.
From now on you're not aloneDoes anyone else just scroll through SH twitter & feel so damn jealous?
Someone please tell me I'm not alone
-A.
I'm so sorry that your mum's a piece of shit!! You didn't deserve to be treated like that. Especially not by the woman who brought you into this world. I'm sending you a great big virtual hug. Stay safe xI unintentionally started self harming in 3rd grade. I was getting yelled at by mom as usual, and because she always said something along the lines of, "I own you so you have to do as I say," I hit myself on my head at first because it was a way to take revenge - I'm damaging her property.
I only hit myself ONCE and she was happening to walk by and was angrily asking me why I was doing that. I obviously knew the answer, but I couldn't verbalize it so I said "I don't know" until she gave up, threatening me not to do it again or I'll get in trouble.
Fast forward>> Middle school was when the abuse started picking up and was teetering into physical abuse. I was angry. I was sad. I was alone. So I did the next best thing: take revenge by destroying something of hers. I punched myself in the head after another one of her tirade.
Slowly, at first. It didn't hurt much, so over the year I started punching my head harder. I finally got to the point where I swung my arm as hard as I could to punch my head several times. Afterwards, my head would feel like... someone punched it. But more importantly, it felt numb. My anger fizzled when that numbness was there. During that short moment was when nothing was in my head and I felt at peace. I think... I was fucked up.
I did it secretly, of course. I was scared I would get caught. There was no privacy in that apartment - she removed my bedroom door off its hinges because I kept running away to my room when she would take out the shoehorn or some other rod to hit me with.
(If only I bruised easily, then someone would have noticed)
But now that I think back on it, that noise was pretty loud. The "thwack!" sound when something gets hit. She was always in the next room, both doors open. I'm sure she heard it, but she never seemed to mention it or bring it up.
(I would secretly write "I want to die," on the corners of my notebook, worksheets, scrap paper. I erased or threw those messages away immediately after, but there must have been a point where she saw them. Because one day she was mocking me during one of our fights, "You go ahead and keep writing that you want to die.")
I finally was able to distance myself when I went to college. I stopped punching myself. I processed my childhood. Saw a psychiatrist. Got diagnosed with C-PTSD, depression, and anxiety.
Fast forward>> I'm in grad school. I was mistaken in my belief that by being far away from my mom, I would be cured of depression and finally be happy. I was sorely wrong.
Depression clung to me even as I moved halfway across the country, and with it my negative emotions. I had wanted to feel that numbness again. I tried to hit my head only a couple times near the end of undergrad to achieve that numbness, but I was actually worried that I was causing some serious damage to my brain. So I bought a fresh new exacto knife and cut the right side of my hip, because no one would see the cuts as long as I am wearing underwear.
It doesn't give me that numbness I'm looking for. But the fucked up part of me is still trying.
i actually started cutting with my knife just a few days ago. i'd originally bought it for self-defense for when i go back to uni but i felt particularly shitty the other day and decided to try it on myself. before then i'd cut with scissors or even my nails, if they were long and sharp enough. compared to those two things i barely even felt the blade of the knife on my skin. it was nuts. only pain was when the cuts were burning while scabbing up in the days following.
above all i'm shocked at how easily knives can cut skin (as dumb as that sounds). i dunno, i just didn't think it'd be like that at all. i don't like pain but i like to sh so this makes it a lot less of a chore than it used to be. i can already see myself getting addicted to it now lol. good luck hiding your arms, future me
Self harm helps my mental health actually, it gives me a release. No amount of bs "use ice" or "put red dye on your arms" will give the same effect. I don't have any interest in clean skin, I like it thsi way. Sue me
You cut your neck? Damn. I've thought about doing that as well but it being harder to hide keeps me away from it. I'm sorry to hear your story, honestly not sure what to tell you to make it better. As if some words from a stranger could make any of it better. As much as it pains me to say it, but some people just won't get a happy ending. Probably a bigger minority than we think, perhaps even a majority.I'm sorry you're feeling so bad. I hope someone heard your cry for help but you're probably hiding it so you're right, they won't.
I'm doing really bad. I haven't sh'd for months. I have a really bad obsession with my neck and I want to just choke myself out. I've done so much damage to my neck already the pains too much. I bought a new sharpener so I am scared to cut. I haven't got any old blades.
My whole fucking life is an open wound. I'm jealous of the cuts and the bruises. My head is a mess. I'm not coping at all but everyone thinks I am.
How can I be fine? I was kiddy fiddled by a family member and moved straight onto a different type of psycho and it's all coming out. I feel like someone's going to say I've been incested and that will tip me over the edge that I'm already grappling precariously. Sorry I don't know why I came out with all that. I don't know what to do or say or who it's safe to say it to.
My memory's wrecked and I can't keep up with what's wrong with my neck. I should've told them I did it myself but I can't open my mouth to say it.
From now on you're not alone