March 23rd, 2017
By its nature, self-injury is a secretive and isolating behavior that can make it feel like you’re the only person on the planet who struggles with this issue. In reality, 17 percent of adolescents, 13 percent of young adults and 5.5 percent of adults self-injure, so none of us are alone. It can just feel that way.
This is where the power of a self-injury support group can make a huge difference in recovering from self-injury. However, despite potential positive benefits, there are few self-injury-dedicated support groups in existence, and this largely comes down to continued stigma.
Many practitioners still mistakenly believe that self-injury is primarily an attention-seeking behavior. Therefore in a group setting, those who self-injure will need to increase the behavior in order to “gain attention.”
This is simply false.
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March 14th, 2017
It’s Self-Injury Awareness month, and that seems like the perfect time to re-open the blog. In the upcoming weeks, look for information about self-injury, recovery, resources, and stories from readers.
As a reminder, this is a graphic language-free site. Please do not use language containing descriptions of self-injurious behaviors. Use words such as self-injury, self-harm, and the initials S.I. or N.S.S.I. to avoid triggering fellow readers.
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November 25th, 2012
A couple of friends know that I cut myself, but I feel that they dont understand why. I wanna get help but I’m scared. I cut everyday because of anxiety and depression. I cover it up to my friends so they dont know how I really feel. I think I’m ugly, but everyone says I’m beautiful. I really believe they just say that to make me feel better about myself. My friends are all worried from what I know because I wont promise to stop cutting myself. I just cant stop and they dont understand that. Can someone please help me? I dont know what to do anymore? I dont even wanna exist anymore. Someone Help Me Please.
October 22nd, 2012
you know cutting hurts and they stay..my freinds all do it and i we never talk about why or anything..
other kids do drugs adn we don’t i wnt if i iddi i would be gone and i wouldn t mind not to live
July 9th, 2012
i hold on to everything and thats whats wrong with me. no its not cause love was supppose to save me and it never did. i was alwasy looking for love why cause my father awasnt in my life..like he should have been and i was called a slut hoodat and howe for doing nothing with boys everythings been tooken from me i made out before but i ws forced till i had to get to used it on the buss cause he would be waiting for me..and one of my good reinds sexaully assulted me i was fingered and it was my first time it hurt..it hurt soo bad who wans to get wet down there and be forced i felt sick and he kew he left school..and we never talked since..ive been cutting for 2 years on my legs arms wrist and hips..one day i’ll ove my bosy the next i hate it i can stop eating so easily..i weigh 97 and i’m 16 my mom isnt around and she dosent know anything about me..i’ve lost so many freinds and i’ve lost myself i am so dependednt and one of my freonds killed herself and i cried i still do..not only have i attempted but little things make me madder and cut harsher..i would rather be dead then look for people to care for or need anymore i was fine and im not anyore i have dreams of how i’d do it and how long it will tale me who id blame and how id tell them cause he people who hurt me say it’s ok…i crave the touch of someone who’s put me on there list of girls and ..dying seems so simple but i know someday i’ll forget and be gone..poof
April 4th, 2012
Hey, Im Karra. Im 14 years old. I know i m young but i got refered to here by my teacher. Well let me start off. I was 8 or 9 when i started cutting. I was going through a lot of stress so i started. Then when I was 10 I devoloped a eating dissorder. I have Bulimia. Which is where i throw my food up right after i eat. The only time i dont do that is when im at school. Which makes me really really really nervous. Then i get Anxiety attacks, Then im in a bad mood. I am also biporlar & dislexic. So it makes it even more hard on me.I dont understand why i am like this. My mom & dad are perfect. Im just some weird freak. I feel alone, Not good enough, stupid. Im ugly, I think. Which adds even more stress. I cut about 20 to 40 times a day. With anything i can find. Grass, Razors, Sissors, Broken mirrors, You name it i’ve probly cut myslef with it. I also burn myslef. When i cant find anything to cut with. then with my bulimia its just to much to take sometimes. I’ve tried to commit suicide 4 times. First was I tried to OD. Second. I tried to hang myslef. Third I tried to cut myself so deep i would bleed to death & Finnaly I tried to OD again. Ive been through so much in my life that made me the way I am. I put on a happy face at school, cause i have to. If i didnt i get called a freak even more than I already do. My dad was an acholic for 17 years. Thats right 17 years, And my mom? I dont even wanna mention. I dont even really conciter her my mother. One thing that really started my cutting was when i was 8. I watched my best friend die. I call so many people my best friend now but Lindsey is still my bestfriend. We were at the falls, Like on any other summer day, We were jumping off the cliff & diving into the water. We did this all the time so it was nothing new. Well Lindsey jumped off & Hit her head on one of the rocks at the bottom. & She cut her head open. Before help could avirre she bled out. That was june 14th. So every june 14th i go down to the falls to rember her. I wish i never started cutting & I never got bulimia but i guess god gives us our own challenges…. So heres my story on my road to recovery. I hope this works or helps me get better.
February 28th, 2012
hi, my name is hannah and I am 16
ever sense I can remember, I have self harmed.
I pick and pinch and bite. we think it has been going on sense i was 5. I have been seeing a therapist for 6 months and I am on the road to recovery.
when i was younger, my parents passed off my scars and cuts as ‘itchy bug bites’
it makes me mad sometimes that they did not get me help sooner, but i am working through those feelings.
this summer i had an infection so bad they almost admitted me.
that was the first time I felt that there may be something more than bugs as i would be crying in pain, but still not have the power to stop ripping at my infected skin.
i first started to accept the fact that i am a self harmer when i saw the movie ‘Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close’ the young boy pinched and pulled at his skin. it was so sad. i saw myself in him
when i was younger (7) i was at a summer camp. i was constantly getting in trouble for bleeding (i know right!?!) and we had to hold hands with other kids, but mine were coated in blood. i remember being yelled at- it only made things worse.
February 10th, 2012
I would just like to add that for youngsters, and teenagers, it must be quite scary having these self harming feelings. I can say that as someone who has been self harming about 12 years now, it is not something to be scared of. I’m not at all saying its a healthy thing to get into, but people need to understand its expression, release, as well as upset and depression. If any kids want to have a chat feel free, i would whole-heartedly try and quit while you still can, otherwise you just hide it from everyone your whole life like me. not too good i can tell you. much love,
November 15th, 2011
I’m a 24 year old self-harmer looking for additional help. I have been cutting/hitting on and off for about eight or nine years. It was triggered by my parents separation and then the awkwardness of them getting back together a year later. But even though I’ve dealt with that situation, my self hatred and self harm returns again and again. I’ve seen a couple different therapists and it has helped significantly, but my issue is that I’m in band that tours and travels quite a bit. I’m fine when I can keep up with my sessions at home, but sometimes the band I’m in is gone for months at a time and I have no outlet or people to turn to when I feel like harming myself. I’ve explored telling my bandmates, but it doesn’t seem to help. I can’t tell my family, I have already tried. I find that certain books just give me ideas for different ways of harming. I find that the longer I’m away, the less stable I become. I should be happy to be able to explore the world by playing music, but my SI issues get in the way of my being able to be grateful for what I have. I am open to any and all suggestions and I thank you for your time!