hi you said you used to self harm and i really want to start can you tell me what you used to do like what you used to use?
Before you self harm in any way, you should probably know what youíre getting into.
Before you make that cut, please keep in mind that you will find the pain release and blood strangely addictive.
You may think to yourself that you’ll be able to control it, that you won’t let it get out of hand.
You may think that you can just stick to a few small, shallow cuts here and there that wonít be deep and that will heal quickly and easily.
But youíre wrong.
You canít control it, itís impossible to control. It controls you. It ís an addiction.
The cuts will get deeper, theyíll scar. Theyíll take weeks to months to heal and years for the scars to actually begin to fade.
You’ll find that soon, you depend on it. You canít go more than a few days without cutting. You’ll go crazy as your skin itches and burns, your hands shake, your head pounds, your vision goes blurry as you try to keep your mind off of it, try to hold back from giving in. But you will.
If you think you can limit the cuts to just one area of your body, you better think again. Itíll spread slowly but steadily, like a deadly virus. Itíll spread as you run out of skin, from your wrists to arms, past your elbows, up your shoulders down to your stomach, across your hips and waist and soon will cover your every inch of your legs right down to your ankles.
I hope youíre prepared to withdraw from others and live in a constant state of shame and guilt. Even if you have been the most honest person to ever live, you will lie to your friends, family members, everyone around you who you care about.
You’ll find yourself jerking back from the touch of someone, as if their fingers and hands have been bathed in a toxic, burning poison. You’ll be terrified that they will feel a scar or cut from beneath the fabric of your shirt or because it just plain hurts so much to simply be touched.
Be prepared to become your own worst enemy. You’ll fear yourself, your head, the urges that taunt you every minute of every day. You’ll come to fear the next time you cut because you donít know how bad itíll be.
Wait for the 10 cuts to turn into 20 then 50 then 100. You’ll be covered in scars and cuts.
Your entire life will begin to revolve around your addiction. You’ll constantly be thinking about cutting, covering up your cuts, how you’ll hide your blades, scissors, bobby pins and the other objects you use to destroy your body.
And then..the first time that you cut ìtoo deep.î The bleeding wonít stop and youíre gasping, shaking, panicking, fear takes over you. You pray and hope that the bleeding will stop. Your purpose wasnít to die, you wonít ever go that deep again. Right? Wrong. You’ll go there again, and deeper.
But donít worry. You’ll learn how to take care of your cuts so you donít have to take a trip to the hospital every night. The better you get at treating your wounds, the worse they become.
You’ll lie to yourself and try to justify it when you go to the pharmacy and drug store, finding yourself spending 20, 30, 40 dollars on dressings, gauze, alcohol wipes and sterile strips.
You’ll tap your foot impatiently, hoping that no one stares and asks you why youíre buying all of these things. But at the same time..you hope someone asks, so you know they care.
Be prepared to spend even more money on an entire new wardrobe. Long sleeved shirts, hoodies, long pants, boots, bracelets, wristbands. The list goes on forever.
You’ll keep scanning other peopleís bodies for signs of self harm, hoping that there is someone else out there who feels the same way you do. Hoping, praying that they will be like you. But thatíll never happen. You’ll see clean, uncut, unmarred arms and feel even more alone and ashamed than before.
You’ll do a lot of things alone, be prepared to kiss your social life goodbye. You’ll always be doing your laundry, always in private so no one sees the blood stained towels and clothes. You’ll be spending hours scrubbing blood from the bathroom floor, and wiping dried blood off of your keyboard.
You wonít be able to make it a day without cutting. You’ll carry an emergency kit in your wallet or purse. A key, safety pin, a needle, a paperclip, even a pencil. Everything around you will become a weapon. It doesnít matter what it is, as long as it gives you that feeling that sends you reeling.
Next thing you know, youíre in the bathroom stall at your school or work, picking open the scab of an old cut with a needle.
Say goodbye to all of the things you took for granted. Shorts, sandals, tank tops, swimming in the summer, going to the beach. All of these things will be a far off memory.
I hope you like itching and scratching non stop. You will itch and itch and itch. Itíll be so much that itíll look like you have some sort of flesh eating disease.
You will become an expert on your body as you carefully destroy it, taking it apart piece by piece.
You will dream of cutting, dreaming of getting caught. It will haunt you day and night, in your dreams and when you are awake. Cutting will take over your life. It now has itís hold over you, it controls you.
You’ll hate yourself, hate yourself for making that first cut that threw you into this vicious, neverending cycle.
You’ll wish you never made that first cut.
You’ll wish you had read something like this, or that someone had told you what would happen.
But as much as you hate your addiction and self harm, you love it and canít live without it. Youíd rather die than go just a few weeks without cutting.
Now, Iíll tell you what you want.
How to cut.
Here is where I tell you how to successfully cut yourself.
Put down the blade.
Put down the pair of scissors.
Put down the knife.
Put down the needle, safety pin or paper clip.
Because you are so much better than this.
And believe me, you don’t want to get involved with this.
FEMALE ASIAN-AMERICAN WATSON, FEMALE MORIARTY, TRANS WOMAN MRS. HUDSON
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