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By the time I'd been cutting for a few months, I don't think I could have
stopped if I wanted to.
And for a while I didn't want to... but then I started to think about what
I was doing to myself,
and to notice the scars it was leaving.
If SI didn't leave any marks it would still be a bad thing to do... but
it DOES, and frequently
they're permanent... which makes it a VERY bad thing to do. But you don't
stop to think
about that at the time - all you are conscious of is the need to do it,
and the relief it brings
from whatever personal ickiness was triggering you off. I fooled myself
for a long time. I told
myself that I was only 'scratching'... but looking at my legs and my ankles
now they are rather
a mess... some of my 'scratches' have left permanent scars. But at the
time, I felt as if I was
doing a half-hearted job of hurting myself and as though I was unworthy
of attention because
I couldn't make myself cut deeply. I didn't realise that I was sometimes
I was doing quite a lot
more than scratching.
One problem with SI is that it's cumulative. Like any experience, you start
out very small and
infrequent, and then it gradually builds up in intensity and frequency.
Once you are used to
seeing the blood you need to see it more and more often, for smaller triggers.
I started out
with tiny scratches, and I might have kept it to that except for getting
so upset and losing
control. After I'd done that, then I had to do it more to get the same
relief, and it didn't take
much to trigger me into cutting.
Some people refuse to see that what they're doing isn't a good idea...
they see is as a way
of coping with stress, and it IS, but it's not a healthy one. Healthy people
don't inflict pain on
themsves to deal with stress... I KNEW that I was doing something bad,
but I couldn't stop. I
didn't know how to make myself not do it... or how to deal with the triggers
in any other way.
My brain was wired to think - feel pain, cut, feel better. If I tried to
resist the urge it would turn
into 'feel pain, say no, feel more pain, say no, feel MORE pain etc...
and I'd end up cutting far
worse than if I'd just given in and done it in the first place, because
my level of soulpain was
that much greater.
I'm sorry if I seem to be babbling in this entry, but I'm trying to explain
something that doesn't
really go into words that well. Simply put, I was stuck in a rut. I wanted
to stop, I knew it was
bad, but I couldn't make myself resist... they say that if you can do something
every day for a
month it becomes a habit. Cutting was a habit for me, like it is for a
lot of people. I kept my
pain to myself and didn't tell anyone what I was doing, and hoped that
no-one would find out.
But then I started writing poetry about it. I posted the first ones into
my support group and
they were well-received... so I decided it was OK to post more, and I did.
They got a lot
darker too because I was trying to do what someone suggested, and write
the urges out
instead of acting on them. Alas, they got too dark for the list-owner and
I was asked to leave
because I was triggering other people off and upsetting the rest. So I
left, and then I joined a
support group specificially for SI...
SI is a worldwide problem, and I'm hardly alone in dealing with it. The
BUS mailing list has a
membership of 800, and they're ALL struggling with SI. Not everyone is
an active cutter, but
they have been in the past. The list really made me realise that I was
NOT alone... and it
taught me a few strategies for trying to avoid cutting. My first was to
write to the list and beg
for support... then I'd write poetry... or try distraction... and a few
other things. The list helped
me in some ways, but eventually I decided to leave because I found the
sheer number of
pleas for help and support from other list members overwhelming and often
triggering. I'd
help to support someone else through their crisis, and then after it was
over I'd go and cut.
Not a healthy reaction, and certainly not a help in quitting... I was feeling
very guilty too,
because I often wasn't in a place where I felt I could cope with the pleas,
so I ignored them.
Everyone said that was OK, but it made me feel very guilty, which made
me want to cut...
and so on.
I quit the list after about four months, resolved to try my darnest to
beat the habit before I did
myself any REAL damage...
