Hey Everyone! I Want to get a Self Mutilation Page Started. I need to get as many stories, pictures, poetry etc.etc. as I can. I think this would be effective in teaching others what Self Mutilation is really about. I, myself, am a victim of this addictive act. So if you are, or know, a person who is suffering please E-mail me at MoonMystery@aol.com Thanks I really appreciate it and I hope to get this page up and running! Back I am Going To share my Story as well as pictures. It all started with an exato knife. I saw it and pondered about cutting my initials in my wrist (the top of it) I Thought "hmm that'd be cool" I did it in the middle of class and it freaked people out. I kinda got a rush from it. Then this year after i quit basketball and had a huge fight with my mom, i got this built in anger and sadness. I felt so anxious and resisted. I couldn't release my soul. I had to relax. So i went and got a knife from the kitchen and started sawing at it. Then I continued doing it for a couple of days until My mom saw it and threatened to send me to a hospital, so i quit. Then just about a month ago, my friend started to cut herself and hearing about it got me to crave it (it wasn't her fault) I was also reading about it and talking to my counselor about it and getting anxious and depressed. I got a razor from the bathroom and burned the plastic part off of it and pulled out the razor. That became my best friend. I'd put the blood on a sock and get the gash deeper each time. I put lines at first but then I put my initials and a smiley face. (I'd gotten bored with lines) But The more the cut split open and bled- the happier I got. It was this insane pleasure. Every now and then i crave it but it just takes up too much energy with the paranoia and the continuous blood u try to clean up. I have decided to stop. I may never quit permanently but for now I am quitting. I pull out my hair though. This is a disease called Trichotillomania. It's where a person pulls out a hair or two at a time for some kind of craving. This isn't funny. Bald spots appear and embarrassment blooms. Here are some pictures of my arm. This is My arm the Second time i started cutting. ( with the knife) there's a total of 6 cuts. It's hard to tell from this. My scanner isn't that great and the picture was already blurry This is My arm the second time. It's hard to tell but the two black dots on the bottom right are my initials. You can probably see the smiley face and the others are lines. You can't even see the scar from the one above that was done only a couple of months earlier. (These were done with the Razor) This is My Sock. No that isn't dirt, that's my blood from the one above. I kept it all on there. I don't know why- as a trophy? On the other side, it's just as covered. Great eh? We Got our First Story This Comes from a guy in Ponder, Texas. Sam Tucker brings us his story. i wasn't really angry, i was TOTALLY PISSED. I hated my life, my parents, even most of my friends. The first time i ever did it was with scissors. cutting smaller, then larger pieces of flesh from my hand. When i showed people, they freaked. it started out as something to keep my mind off the pain inside. which was, at this point, very intense. but grew to be just plain.. well, FUN. I began carving names of girls i liked, bands (NIRVANA). anything that i felt good about. here i am 2 years later. In my opinion, when i look at it i think, "MAN I WAS FREAKING STUPID", but i can't help but understand when i see other "victims". I guess, there's nothing really wrong with it. Its your body. Mess with it all you want. But keep in mind there might be a day when you will regret it. as well as other things you might have done in the past. Be Careful.
Thanks I really appreciate it and I hope to get this page up and running!
Back I am Going To share my Story as well as pictures. It all started with an exato knife. I saw it and pondered about cutting my initials in my wrist (the top of it) I Thought "hmm that'd be cool" I did it in the middle of class and it freaked people out. I kinda got a rush from it. Then this year after i quit basketball and had a huge fight with my mom, i got this built in anger and sadness. I felt so anxious and resisted. I couldn't release my soul. I had to relax. So i went and got a knife from the kitchen and started sawing at it. Then I continued doing it for a couple of days until My mom saw it and threatened to send me to a hospital, so i quit. Then just about a month ago, my friend started to cut herself and hearing about it got me to crave it (it wasn't her fault) I was also reading about it and talking to my counselor about it and getting anxious and depressed. I got a razor from the bathroom and burned the plastic part off of it and pulled out the razor. That became my best friend. I'd put the blood on a sock and get the gash deeper each time. I put lines at first but then I put my initials and a smiley face. (I'd gotten bored with lines) But The more the cut split open and bled- the happier I got. It was this insane pleasure. Every now and then i crave it but it just takes up too much energy with the paranoia and the continuous blood u try to clean up. I have decided to stop. I may never quit permanently but for now I am quitting. I pull out my hair though. This is a disease called Trichotillomania. It's where a person pulls out a hair or two at a time for some kind of craving. This isn't funny. Bald spots appear and embarrassment blooms. Here are some pictures of my arm. This is My arm the Second time i started cutting. ( with the knife) there's a total of 6 cuts. It's hard to tell from this. My scanner isn't that great and the picture was already blurry This is My arm the second time. It's hard to tell but the two black dots on the bottom right are my initials. You can probably see the smiley face and the others are lines. You can't even see the scar from the one above that was done only a couple of months earlier. (These were done with the Razor) This is My Sock. No that isn't dirt, that's my blood from the one above. I kept it all on there. I don't know why- as a trophy? On the other side, it's just as covered. Great eh?
We Got our First Story This Comes from a guy in Ponder, Texas. Sam Tucker brings us his story. i wasn't really angry, i was TOTALLY PISSED. I hated my life, my parents, even most of my friends. The first time i ever did it was with scissors. cutting smaller, then larger pieces of flesh from my hand. When i showed people, they freaked. it started out as something to keep my mind off the pain inside. which was, at this point, very intense. but grew to be just plain.. well, FUN. I began carving names of girls i liked, bands (NIRVANA). anything that i felt good about. here i am 2 years later. In my opinion, when i look at it i think, "MAN I WAS FREAKING STUPID", but i can't help but understand when i see other "victims". I guess, there's nothing really wrong with it. Its your body. Mess with it all you want. But keep in mind there might be a day when you will regret it. as well as other things you might have done in the past. Be Careful.
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