AerialsInTheSky
December 31st, 2011, 12:44 AM
Hi my name is Katy and although I am new to the site I've been looking at it for a month or so now and it has helped me a lot. Thank you for reading this I really appreciate it.
I am a self harmer. I love the study of psychology and want to become a psychiatrist one day. Ive know this since I was little and I have a strong sense of empathy.
Anyhoo, I am 16 now and from ages 12-14 I was a buffer for all my self harming friends. Managing to talk them out of it and always being there for him. I saw what cutting did to them and i promised myself I wouldn't put my family through that. Long story short sophomore year was awful and by november I was cutting nightly on my stomach upper legs and upper arms. I didn't tell anyone and to this day only one other person knew. Junior year, after meeting an awesome guy at band camp over the summer, I managed to stop my injury cold turkey with his help. He made me stay away from drugs and drinking and hated my self harm. He hates my scars. Recently though...I've been relapsing. Cutting myself nightly again and hiding it. Right now (serious trigger I'm so sorry) i have a very scarred shoulder that should've been stitched, cuts on my wrist (I'm ashamed of these most), and on my stomach. I just, for absolutely no reason besides being overwhelmed with everyones emotion, cut open my ankle all the way around. My problem isn't with the cuts, I can take care of them, I need help.
My mom and almost every female on that side of the family is schizophrenic. I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, OCD, and sever depression at the age of 13. I was placed on 100mg of Zoloft which was upped to 200mg quickly. It worked, life was good, I wasn't in pain all day. But that summer, when I entered high school, my dad won custody of me. His attitude was the "no daughter of mine can be mentally ill" and pulled me off the meds. No gradual withdrawal just one day i was on it the next it was taken away. I fell hard. I am not allowed access to any kind of help much less a therapist because "I'm making all this up in my head". It's just getting to be too much. I feel like I'm failing everyone, drowning in their sorrow + mine.
Does anyone out there have any advice on how to stop cutting? Thanks whoever managed to read all this. And if you didn't have a nice night anyways :)
See you around
-Katy
I am a self harmer. I love the study of psychology and want to become a psychiatrist one day. Ive know this since I was little and I have a strong sense of empathy.
Anyhoo, I am 16 now and from ages 12-14 I was a buffer for all my self harming friends. Managing to talk them out of it and always being there for him. I saw what cutting did to them and i promised myself I wouldn't put my family through that. Long story short sophomore year was awful and by november I was cutting nightly on my stomach upper legs and upper arms. I didn't tell anyone and to this day only one other person knew. Junior year, after meeting an awesome guy at band camp over the summer, I managed to stop my injury cold turkey with his help. He made me stay away from drugs and drinking and hated my self harm. He hates my scars. Recently though...I've been relapsing. Cutting myself nightly again and hiding it. Right now (serious trigger I'm so sorry) i have a very scarred shoulder that should've been stitched, cuts on my wrist (I'm ashamed of these most), and on my stomach. I just, for absolutely no reason besides being overwhelmed with everyones emotion, cut open my ankle all the way around. My problem isn't with the cuts, I can take care of them, I need help.
My mom and almost every female on that side of the family is schizophrenic. I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, OCD, and sever depression at the age of 13. I was placed on 100mg of Zoloft which was upped to 200mg quickly. It worked, life was good, I wasn't in pain all day. But that summer, when I entered high school, my dad won custody of me. His attitude was the "no daughter of mine can be mentally ill" and pulled me off the meds. No gradual withdrawal just one day i was on it the next it was taken away. I fell hard. I am not allowed access to any kind of help much less a therapist because "I'm making all this up in my head". It's just getting to be too much. I feel like I'm failing everyone, drowning in their sorrow + mine.
Does anyone out there have any advice on how to stop cutting? Thanks whoever managed to read all this. And if you didn't have a nice night anyways :)
See you around
-Katy