I was three and it was my birthday. To make a long story short my birthday wish my sister would make fun of me for the day and that lasted for only two hours. Realizing wishes were fake I jumped in my pool and held my breath till I passed out. I was fine because I had floaties that made me float on my back.

After that I used to run into walls in order to hurt myself throughout elementary school and it progressed to worse things over time.

i started about a year ago. i was feeling very low after being dumped, a really lame reason i know, at the time i didnt know what i was gonna do, i loved him. anyway, i knocked a glass over and it smashed. i accidently cut my hand on it, and i realised a) how easy it was and b) that it helped me feel betta.

however it is dangerous, as previous replys will testify to. do try other things to keep distracted, i find having something to do with my hands really helps, like rolling a cig, baking, or stupid online games?

stay strong
xXxHUGSxXx

iStarted of small for me and steadily got worse, i started with a kitchen knife making scratches on my arm, but now my cuts scar preety badly. :/

I learned how to do it from my sister, who cut for a few weeks so and then stopped. I think I was about 11. My Dad's a pretty angry guy and my sister sort of inherited it from him, so those two were always venting and fighting. I never really had a chance to join in and I've never been very confrontational anyway. So whenever I got angry or upset or felt I was being treated unfairly, instead of saying so I would just go upstairs and cut instead.