A lot of my friends have been suspicious, as well as my parents, that I've self-injured. I always made up stupid excuses that seemed to ward away their suspicions.
I started at 9 years old with cutting. I don't even know why I do it.
I stopped after almost getting caught, and I felt better.
It's like... when I'm around one or two people, I'm fine. I can think about anything else. When I'm in large groups of people or I'm alone, the stupidest things can set me off. If I'm with people I tend to draw away from the crowd and most of the time I'll just make an excuse to escape somewhere on my own.
Lately it's gotten worse. I forget where I got the idea but once, this summer, I took my lighter (I'm a pyromaniac, I don't go anywhere without a lighter) and I took a piece of metal off of my spiral notebook and heated up the metal.
It started innocently, one little prick. It was ten times more rewarding than cutting. It took less energy. And then I took a kilt pin and did a horribly disgusting one on my wrist to see what would happen.
I don't feel like I'm the one doing it, while I'm doing it. Sometimes I can be perfectly fine and it just dawns on me, the need to self harm. I do it a few times because it brings relief.
I seem to need to do it more when I lose control of situations.
Anyway, I'm Mae. I've self harmed since I was 9, it went from cutting to branding. I don't know if you count self piercings or not but I've done many of those. I'm too ashamed to tell anyone, I feel helpless. I've tried many times to stop. Before today I'd stopped for a month, and then in the middle of the day I did.
I don't know what to do, I've never told anyone. I've never posted anything so...
I don't know why I'm doing it, I know I need help.
Maybe someone else can help me deal with this, because I can't do it alone.
-Mae.

