Cutting

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i have been depressed for some time now and i started cutting 2 years ago. my grandma (who i was living with at the time) found out and made me see a counsiler, go to group therapy, and be put on medication. All 3 of my counsilers said it wasnt as abnormal as you would think. but i only know a few people who do it, or have done it. i was just wondering how many of you have done it and how bad was the worst. (my worst time i got 7 stitches ) i thought this might make me feel better about what i do if i talk to other people who do it.

i did it, a lot. im really ashamed of myself for it now because i realize i dont need to and i have someone to confide in so i dont have to.

yeah. i'm the same way. i know i shouldn't do it, but not only do i have severe depression, but i have have social anxiety, and i hate admitting that cause i dont want people looking at me like i'm a freak. i havent cut since the time i had 7 stitches, which i'm really proud of, but you know, i still have the feeling of, i know its bad, but i also know it helps me. so it really sux...i've lost a lot of ppl i cared about (and i thought cared about me) like my ex boyfrined all because of cutting... it's pretty much ruined my life.....

ah ive never gotten stiches, scars yes. im like a master in first aid from it. get where your comming from completely, people are so unreliable when itcomes to things like that, it wrecked a lot of my life. not so much the cutting, but people i didnt want finding out.

i mostly used 2 just scratch alot...tho the worst i did was probably when i carved my name into my thigh with a screw driver...what can i say, i was fucked up.

cuttings actually alot more common than u think and is generally ignored as sum stupid teenage attention seeking phase. its not. it can b serious.
i stoped after i started getting stuff out by talkin 2 my friend instead. it helps alot and brang us very close since shes had similar experiences to me.

i used to cut like 2 years ago..ive still got a couple of prominent scars left, but ive never had stitches..i never told anyone at the time and no one ever found out

i used to cut for a few years on and off... and well so i stopped cuz I was going to mexico and i needed them to clear up because i was required to wear a bathing suit...... and well then i started again, then my PE teacher saw and talked to me about it, and I told her to leave me alone and then my friend found out and made me show her i started freaking out and crying and told her why it had started again, and i haven't since but i know i will anyday now because there is just too much shit going on.

Cutting is giving your brain something else to worry about. Adrenaline has a soothing calming affect. Next time you feel depressed and have the urge to cut, try going for a jog or a run. Don't dilly dally, I mean give yourself a good workout. When you finish, you will feel great. Keep it up and your self esteem will go way up too. When your mind feels good and your body feels good, you will feel good. How many depressed people do you see with high self esteems?

thanx guys!

yeah, thats exactly how i feel. =//

I was one hell of a "hacker" for a while and I'm not even talking about being a teen. The worst incident was in my mid 20s and I'll carry those scars for ever. Even recently, someone asked if I'd had some kind of surgery on my legs.
There are a lot of us out there. The first girl I dated after my marrage was a cutter... beleive it or not, when I noticed the scars is when I strated to fall for her because I could totally understand where she had been in her emotional life.
My wife was a cutter. My sister was a cutter. There have been a lot of us who have posted here over the years.
here's some examples you don't need to read through it all but it shows how many people share the habbit

I have so many scars now that I can't lieMost of the time I'm embarrassed and run awaySometimes I tell the truth

been there, done that, it sucks. worst is when i used a screwdriver to sarve my name in my thigh....2 blut u may say? well no if u keep going back nd forth across ur skin till it bleeds...i was fucked up

well for me it's harder. I cant really lie about it, cause there too big to be from something like a cat. so i just say its a long story and i dont really wanna talk about it. i only tell people that are close to me. i never wanted anyone to know, but then people started noticing my scars and figured it out =/