I'm in love with you, you're in love with her. You were both in the same room as me, a situation I have never learned to cope with. I was drinking, something they are convinced plays a bigger part in all of this than I let on. I twisted the tab off the can, and pushed it into my hand. I ran it over and back until there were small lines of red. You didn't notice until the next day. I told you it was nothing.
Almost. People walking in on you is a sure thing when they know you self injure. When I was in the hospital they gave me an elastic band. I snapped it on me at dinner cause I just hated some of those people. They gave me shit for doing that. I kept this technique after I got home and went back to school. SSometimes I'd do it at school when I'd know no one else would notice.
Yes I actually have. Right in front of my best friend Christian. I was at my pool club, and he saw that I had about 80 cuts. He gave me 80 hugs then, and now he's trying to help me get better. I'm so glad that he caught me at summer camp one day, because if he didn't I'd be a LOT worse than I am now.
I don't hurt myself in front of other people. I almost was caught. One night I had cut and I guess moved a funny way while there was fresh blood (I don't cut my arms, though) and somehow I got blood on my face. My mom asked what it was (this was before she knew about my si) and I told her I had a nose bleed, Luckily, that worked. Last school year I cut a few times at school, I was never caught, though. But the teachers look at my arms when I take my jacket off....they won't see anything though, besides twloha on my arms. I am not allowed to lock my bedroom door. Cutting is a part of my routine so I locked my door a few nights ago while I was cleaning up, and my dad knocks on the door. I said "oh, I was just getting dressed" he goes "no u werent, you wore that earlier." So I told him that I was trying on my outfit for school the following day. I usually wait until they go to bed to cut. so no, I was never caught, but I was close to it.
I told my friend Adam first, he was really surprised, but took it calmly. At a socer game, I banged my wrist with my hand, really hard,and didn't knowmy coaches were wacthing me. I heard them talkng and glancing in my direction and I thought something along the lines of, Oh, great. My coach came over and just held my hand, not saying anything.I came to practiice with a large bandage covering a burn and cut that were to noticeable, I said I got burned on the stove. I also banged my wrist on a pole once at soccer, and everybody's seen my cuts. I cut once on wen I got subbed off the field, because I was so mad and depressed about how I played and all my problems at home, so I went over to my bag, stuck my arm in it, and made three or four cuts on my arm. After the game, I started crying, because I couldn't cut again. My coaches comforted me and one of them said 'Are you cutting yourself?' and I said no, then he said 'Are you burniing yourself or something like that?' I said no to that too. My dad started walking down, so I wiped my tears away and left fast. Read more »
Well, this isn't supposed to give you ideas, but yeah. I cut myself right in front of my "best" friend, and she didn't even notice. I swear, she's so conceited. She was telling me all about her delusional life, and I picked up a paperclip, said "Oh really?" and slashed my arm five times. Then I put the paper clip away, all without her noticing. And I wasn't caught. Although my other friend saw and grinned at me (she's a little wacky, but nice). So yes, I have hurt myself in front of others.
I have never hurt myself in front of anyone else. Once, in High school, a few close friends so the marks on my arms and notified a teacher. The teacher called my parents, they pretty much freaked out. However, since starting again several years later. i have not been caught.
For me, one of the worst parts of SI is when people you know figure out.
Sometimes, though ill feel comfortable if they know what im going through or if they do the same. But usually its jugdmental people in public, or worse your parents. When my mom figured out i hated it for so many reasons, one of course that i would have to deal with her speech and if u really knew me youd know she couldnt care less about me., and im not just saying that. But the worse part was her rage. no one could handle the situation worse. Im no expert buy i think breaking chairs and getting aggressive isnt a great way to help someone. of course later it was all about her and after each time she cought me she got worse and worse.
I really wish it was just between me and myself like it should be .. I should deal with it myself, and i couldnt even have the pleasure of hurting myself. of course it wasnt out of joy but its a personal decision and has nothing to do with anyone else. but now i cant because of all the arm checks. i hav cut my legs, but to me my arms are better. Read more »
I was at work a couple of weeks ago, and I accidentally burned myself without even realizing it. It didn't hurt at all, because that was one of my main methods of SIing when I first started. Even though I hadn't done it in years, I hadn't even noticed that I had done it until one of the girls that I work with was like, "Oh my God! Are you okay?"
I just had to pretend like I was being really tough, and I smiled it off like it was nothing.
I actually started in front of my best friend. We were going through a "We Are Witch's Phase" and we did blood oaths to things. The discovery of cutting at it's greatest moment! Nothing like cutting with a friend, for a important cause! We became "Blood sisters" and all that fun stuff. Making cutting a good experience and I still do it out of joy and for fun, not out of depression.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years minus a two year period. This website is one about self-injury (self-harm), made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.