Warning: This post deals with self harm. Its content, and specific words used throughout the piece, may be triggering for some readers.
By ANONYMOUS
I found her slumped over the toilet bowl which in itself, was unusual. She wasn’t sick but she “couldn’t go to school” she said. It was her first day back after a long hiatus and I was running late for work and honestly, my first instinct was to tell her to stop being ridiculous. That’s when I saw it. Or I should say, saw them. They weren’t overly obvious, just fine little lines extending out from under her pajama shorts.
They weren’t deep, they were more like grazes but they were definite lines drawn with something sharp (later found to be a razor) on her upper thigh. “WHAT is that?!” I asked and pointed, my voice raised.
I panicked, I admit it. I just totally panicked and I am ashamed to admit that I handled it poorly. I think I just went into Mamma Bear, worst case scenario mode and instead of my first instinct being one to nurture, it was one of pure, surreal, terrifying fear.
She ran into her room to escape her now, rather scary mother and I followed. I sat across from her, calmed down and told her to tell me what was going on. She was crying, I was crying, her brothers were knocking on the locked door, wondering what was going on. In short, everyone was petrified. It was less than ideal.
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As someone who personally self harmed, from the ages of 14 until... well until almost exactly a year ago in October (I'm 19 right now) I can honestly say this made me a cry a little. Self harm is such a struggle, and the worst part is hearing people mock, or make fun of people who do. I didn't do it for attention, hell, I didn't even want ANYONE to know, let alone use it for attention. I had my mother find out (I still to this day don't know how she found out, I believe a family friend told her) and she flipped. She screamed at me, yelled, grounded me.... That pushed me farther away. Pushed me farther in to the deep hole that was my depression. It is control. It feels good. Science shows it releases endorphin's (same kind that stops you from feeling a broken leg until a little while after) stopped me from feeling bad, and actually made me feel better. I couldn't control ANYTHING else in my life, except! my cutting. I also used it because I felt like I was a bad person. I felt like I deserved to hurt. Getting clean was hard. Like any other addiction, to this day, I still sometimes feel the urge to cut when things get too stressful, or I am in a situation where things are bad and I have no way to control it... Thank you for posting this, I think that people need to take self harm seriously, and not say it's all for "attention". Maybe it is, but definitely not for the attention people seem to think.....
While I don't self harm I do have depression for which I have had treatment. Like many have expressed in these comments, it can be very hard to find the right help. In fact I tried for over about 3 decades on and off. I'm telling you this because, finally, during what was one of my lowest points ever, I was introduced to a little known therapy called DBT that was developed by a highly renowned American psychologist called Marsha Linehan who had suffered great emotional distress in her teens. Too many people in the group therapy that's part of this amazing treatment self-harmed and it's been proven to be an effective treatment. SO if you're looking for help for you or someone close to you PLEASE LOOK INTO DBD. Your GP may not even know about it - mine didn't - but there's lots of info on the net. Good luck.