For both those who hurts themselves, and used to....when did you start hurting yourself, and how long did it go on for... how did you stop it, what do you feel when you see the scars from years past?
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ANSWERS: 15
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Uh, I guess....when I was six....technically. Then, I would smash my skull onto hard objects until I couldn't stand anymore, because I thought I deserved it. I haven't really stopped, I just do it less.
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I started when i was 13 and just stopped this year. i am no 16. It was a pretty rough road and still is. because i have an addicted personality.. so like i can start taking pills and not be able to stop cause i get addicted to stuff so easy.. And when i see the scars sometimes (most of the time) i just want to do it again because every scar reminds me of someting i did wrong or something that happen to me.. And it just takes me to the past and some of me is just like wow i really did that to myself.. How self-ish i am..
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well ... i still do ... but when i first started cutting .. i was 10 ... i didnt stop ... but when i see the old scars .. it just makes me make more scars ... they are deep ... so they made scars
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I started when I was 14. I cut for a few months and managed to stop before it got too bad. I quit for 9 months, then started again and have been cutting for over a year since then. Most of my scars from the first time have faded, but I still remember where they were. When I see them I am reminded of pain but it gives me an incentive to not cut as I don't want more scars, but at the same time I am proud of them because they show what I've been through. However the more recent ones disgust the people who see them. I feel good about them by myself, but when they are under someone else's eye I feel ugly. I haven't cut for two weeks though which is good.
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Well...I had depression starting at the age of about 13... I started hurting myself about 14 or 15. But I have to give all of the credit of the stopping it to my mom. :) She was the one that wouldn't let it go on any longer and put me in to get some help. (I was 16 when she put me in) I had to spend 8 days there(trust me it felt like a lot longer). I hated her for doing that to me, but looking back on it, I couldn't be more thankful. I still struggle with depression every now and then but I always have to think that it hurts my family more than anyone. But looking at the scars bring a lot of memories back... I mean it honestly shows me how much I have to be grateful for. If my mom wouldn't have stopped me...who knows if I would be alive today. There are a lot of stories behind those scars.
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well i was diagnosed with extreme clinical depression at age 7(i am 17 now). i started to cut myself about 2 weeks ago. i know i should stop but i just cant. when i see the scars i get even more depressed. i dont know how long this will go on for and frankly right now i dont really care.
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i started at age 12 and my last cut was about 2 and a half years ago 17 and a half maybe 18 years old. i did it every day untill i was 15 then i met some1 amazing who helped me get through it. i only did it once in a while after something really bad happening. even now i still think about doing it! i am not ashamed of my scars (well i sometimes am!) i try not to purposely hide them
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I began cutting at age 12. I cut fairly regularly over the course of 17 years, sometimes going a few months without self-harming, but always going back to it when things got difficult. At age 26, I separated from my husband after 8 years and things reached a boiling point -- cutting numerous times a day, to the point of needing stitches and leaving horrible scars. I last cut in May 2008, 9 months ago. I still have the urge from time to time, but my impulse control is much better than it used to be. I feel confident that I am done cutting forever. My scars do not embarrass me. I am not ashamed of the path that I have walked on, as I would not be who I am without those experiences.
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I started when I was 13, and I'm 16 now. I have no idea how long it's going to go on for....but I can't even imagine stopping. I don't want to do it anymore, but it feels like I don't have a choice.
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i started about august, so i guess u could call me a "new-bi", cuz im new at it. I have tried stopping, but cant. i am a 15 yr old who has a problem and wants to and doesnt want to stop at the same time, if that makes sense??...
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I can't remember how old I was when i started. 12 or 13 maybe.. but I find it really hard to stop. Last time I actually did it was a couple of Tuesdays ago.. and a quite a few times in the couple of weeks before that. When I cut myself, it's normally when EVERYTHING starts to pile up.. so when i do it's normally like.. i do it a load of times because i feel so depressed, and not worthy of life, and the scars build up and people ask questions about it.. but then my life turns around because of something or someone so there are times when I dont feel the need to self harm anymore. The thing i'm always scared of is what if it all starts happening again. My family found out last time and were less than sympathetic.. but if I do it again they may send me to a mental hospital or something.. Sorry about the ramble..
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I'm 15.... started at 14.... cut from october-ish to mid june.... stopped.... started again last week... I last cut three days ago (yeah, three victories!) I'm totally ashamed of my scars... I regret every cut I've made.... and the ones I know I'll make in the next few weeks...
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When I was 8 I would always pull out my hair whether it be from my scalp or my eyelashes or eyebrows. Not until recently did I find out this was a way I would subconsiously inflict pain on myself. When I turned 11 I started cutting myself and I have been cutting myself nearly every day since then. I am 15 now and even if I wanted to stop I can't. It has become an addiction, I can't even go to sleep without cutting myself.
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i can't remember exactly when i started making a habit i thikn i was around 12, but i the first itme i ever cut myself i was 9 or 10 and it was around christmas time. i cut myself firm the time when i was 12 till i was about 13 and a half then slowed it down for about 2 months, then started up again and i stopped for a faily long period of 6 months when i was 15, but then went back at it and here i am trying to quit again and am happy to say its been almost 4 days since i've done it. when i see my scars i feel like a fialure. because i know i'll have them forever. they are my unwanted memories that i thought i got rid of. when all i really did was give them their own showcase. i am ashamed of my scars, i won't wear shorts, or short sleeved shirts around my family, i haven't even worn a bathing suit since i was 13. but i fucked up and they are mine to forever be stuck with so ohwell.
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