Self-Injury Support Group
Whether you or someone you know or love struggles with self-injury, this is the community to discuss your experience, find support, meet others going through the same, and get advice on how to stop. Working together, we can help find alternative coping skills to reduce the urge to self-harm.
Hey, guys. Haven't been here in a long while because I've been mostly better. Haven't hurt myself since December and have felt fairly happy. But that's not so anymore.
Just started my freshman year of college in a new town where I know nobody. So I've been lonely. Very lonely. But, I mean, it's been okay. Been chatting with a few people when I see them, but don't really have any friends yet.
So anyway, I'm chatting with this guy today, and in order for him to have a better understanding of my friends back home, I show him a picture of my best friend and myself from my eighteenth birthday. The first thing he says to me is, "You were chunky!" ...There is no way I could have been considered chunky then. I wasn't eating and barely weighed 90 pounds. I'm 5'5". I've started eating since then and am a healthy weight. But if I was chunky then, what does that make me now? Hideously obese? Now, I know that I'm completely irrational and that nothing he said to me should have hurt me (he later went on to say I have an oddly shaped face and that the way my neck is attached to my chin makes me look thick...) but I'm kinda sorta really upset. I have been feeling fairly miserable this week as is -- saw a piece of art that triggered me even though it was not supposed to evoke that sort of emotion at all. Really upset me. But anywho. In such a shitty mood. Just really want to slice myself up. But I can't; I know I can't. I've been doing so well. Bahhhh, ranting.
Just started my freshman year of college in a new town where I know nobody. So I've been lonely. Very lonely. But, I mean, it's been okay. Been chatting with a few people when I see them, but don't really have any friends yet.
So anyway, I'm chatting with this guy today, and in order for him to have a better understanding of my friends back home, I show him a picture of my best friend and myself from my eighteenth birthday. The first thing he says to me is, "You were chunky!" ...There is no way I could have been considered chunky then. I wasn't eating and barely weighed 90 pounds. I'm 5'5". I've started eating since then and am a healthy weight. But if I was chunky then, what does that make me now? Hideously obese? Now, I know that I'm completely irrational and that nothing he said to me should have hurt me (he later went on to say I have an oddly shaped face and that the way my neck is attached to my chin makes me look thick...) but I'm kinda sorta really upset. I have been feeling fairly miserable this week as is -- saw a piece of art that triggered me even though it was not supposed to evoke that sort of emotion at all. Really upset me. But anywho. In such a shitty mood. Just really want to slice myself up. But I can't; I know I can't. I've been doing so well. Bahhhh, ranting.
Anywho! I'm glad you notice that accepting what he said as true statements is irrational and that you should not let that shit get to you...but it's hard! At least for me. I can recognize when something isn't worth my time getting all worked up over, but I still can't help but feel hurt by it.
That loser ain't worth it hun. You should know that you are gorgeous and respecting yourself is what needs to be done. What he said wasn't true...you know that! He is not a good enough person to be your friend, or even someone you talk to occasionally. Maybe you could go out and treat yourself in someway. Sometimes that's what I do...gotta take care of yourself. :)
Keep doing well, good luck