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scubadam
just a guy trying to find peace
- Aug 4, 2024
- 51
tl;dr: i never cut myself as a form of punishment or getting my emotions out, i even actually like it, and im trying to figure out why
first time i cut myself i was something around 16.5 and i did it just to see what was the whole hassle about. it felt weird, but i didn't feel bad for it later and quickly forgot about it
at 17 i went for a trip to a foreign country to try out something i've never done before with people whom i have never met before. for some reason i took one razor blade with me (i seriously can't remember why, maybe it was for cleaning up my eyebrow slot) and held it in my wallet. on the last day i unintentionally hurt an animal, but i felt that as a punishment i should hurt myself too, so i could kind of "feel it's pain on me". those three cuts were the deepest i've ever went, i felt my forearm go numb (i thought i messed up my nerves but i was just panicking) and i promised myself to never to do that again. of course it did not work
when i came back to school, after a week or so i started cutting every second day or so. they were never deep or big or anything, i didn't think of them as a form of punishment or getting emotions onto me; i actually enjoyed it. i didn't like the pain itself, but seeing blood on my hand and the wound afterwards was always something nice. my best friend would cut too, but he would go extremely deep for a first timer. i am the only person that he has ever told about it. the only time i felt bad about it was when i sat next to my dad in a train and my left arm was on his side, so i didn't really have a way to hide it. i didn't want him to worry about me, i'm sure he saw them but, he has never said a single word about it
fast forward, exactly 11 months and 2 weeks have passed since the last time i did it. i initially started counting the days to prove that i was not addicted in any way and i wouldn't get the urges, and it did work, but after around 10 months when the summer break came and later the school year, i started thinking of relapsing once again. it wasn't caused by anything bad, in fact i had the best time i had in years during that period of time. i feel bad for the fact that i started the count on my phone because breaking such a long time would be dumb; if i didn't stay clean for so long, i wouldn't feel bad about breaking it. i've grown to trust one of the people who was on that trip i mentioned earlier, and told them about me cutting. they actually destroyed and threw away a razor blade i had in my wallet when i asked them to, as i couldn't do that myself (or maybe i wanted attention? that's something i sometimes think that i subconsciously wanted that), and every now and then they ask me about how long i've been clean for. that way, i unfortunately made staying clean a promise not only to myself
and here's the title question: why do i cut? maybe somebody from aside would be able to give me the answer, or if not, they maybe can lead me into a way of finding it
first time i cut myself i was something around 16.5 and i did it just to see what was the whole hassle about. it felt weird, but i didn't feel bad for it later and quickly forgot about it
at 17 i went for a trip to a foreign country to try out something i've never done before with people whom i have never met before. for some reason i took one razor blade with me (i seriously can't remember why, maybe it was for cleaning up my eyebrow slot) and held it in my wallet. on the last day i unintentionally hurt an animal, but i felt that as a punishment i should hurt myself too, so i could kind of "feel it's pain on me". those three cuts were the deepest i've ever went, i felt my forearm go numb (i thought i messed up my nerves but i was just panicking) and i promised myself to never to do that again. of course it did not work
when i came back to school, after a week or so i started cutting every second day or so. they were never deep or big or anything, i didn't think of them as a form of punishment or getting emotions onto me; i actually enjoyed it. i didn't like the pain itself, but seeing blood on my hand and the wound afterwards was always something nice. my best friend would cut too, but he would go extremely deep for a first timer. i am the only person that he has ever told about it. the only time i felt bad about it was when i sat next to my dad in a train and my left arm was on his side, so i didn't really have a way to hide it. i didn't want him to worry about me, i'm sure he saw them but, he has never said a single word about it
fast forward, exactly 11 months and 2 weeks have passed since the last time i did it. i initially started counting the days to prove that i was not addicted in any way and i wouldn't get the urges, and it did work, but after around 10 months when the summer break came and later the school year, i started thinking of relapsing once again. it wasn't caused by anything bad, in fact i had the best time i had in years during that period of time. i feel bad for the fact that i started the count on my phone because breaking such a long time would be dumb; if i didn't stay clean for so long, i wouldn't feel bad about breaking it. i've grown to trust one of the people who was on that trip i mentioned earlier, and told them about me cutting. they actually destroyed and threw away a razor blade i had in my wallet when i asked them to, as i couldn't do that myself (or maybe i wanted attention? that's something i sometimes think that i subconsciously wanted that), and every now and then they ask me about how long i've been clean for. that way, i unfortunately made staying clean a promise not only to myself
and here's the title question: why do i cut? maybe somebody from aside would be able to give me the answer, or if not, they maybe can lead me into a way of finding it