PoisonedRazorBlades
July 12th, 2009, 05:19 PM
Hey, its my first post here so I'll give some background info as I go along...
What can I say? I've been harming from the age of about 12, I'm coming up for 16 now. I don't know why I do it, I've had a good life so far. The only bad thing is that my dad left when I was 10 and I barely see him, by his choice. And then I lost a few family members close after, one to death, the others moved to the USA.
Anyway, over the years I've slowly gotten worse with my harming, it started pretty simple and nothing too serious, but its gotten a lot worse. I was once able to tell my friends but now I've pretty much stopped. I told them before because I knew they didn't like it and I thought it would make me stop, when I didn't I stopped telling them, knowing my theory was wrong. And now I hate most of my friends, as odd as that sounds.
I only felt able to tell about 5 of the people I know. Even those 5 have been reduced. Two of them I would tell and instead of actually seeming to care they would go on about their harming, and how it was worse, as if it was a compitition to harm the worse. The other one I sorta drifted from slightly and I didn't want to bother him with my petty problems, I also drifted from another as she got a new group of friends. The last just didn't seem care.
For about the last month I've been feeling like crap. I've stopped going out to hang with friends, I just stay in the house. I find sleeping hard and have to force myself to eat now. It takes me about an hour to actually get to sleep once in bed, and I find the very idea of getting out of bed overwhelming. I oversleep because I refuse to get up, and as I'm on holiday from school I can. My sleep is always really broken too and I wake up feeling like I've barely slept...
As for my cutting I'm doing it a lot more and always where I know nobody besides my few friends who know will see. A few weeks ago I cut about three days in a row. I try not to tell anyone.
On top of my bad mood I'm beginning to like a guy, and I have always been useless with guys, always liking the wrong ones. Yet again I have. I'm liking a friend, Bond, and he's been with his girlfriend for ages. Although he's not sure if he wants to be with her... But that's another story.
I'm been to counselling before but I refused to tell her anything about my harming. I can't talk about it in person and find it hard to be in a room with someone who knows why. I don't want to go back because my mum would need to take me there and I don't want to panic her that there is something wrong with me by asking her to make me an appointment.
What can I say? I've been harming from the age of about 12, I'm coming up for 16 now. I don't know why I do it, I've had a good life so far. The only bad thing is that my dad left when I was 10 and I barely see him, by his choice. And then I lost a few family members close after, one to death, the others moved to the USA.
Anyway, over the years I've slowly gotten worse with my harming, it started pretty simple and nothing too serious, but its gotten a lot worse. I was once able to tell my friends but now I've pretty much stopped. I told them before because I knew they didn't like it and I thought it would make me stop, when I didn't I stopped telling them, knowing my theory was wrong. And now I hate most of my friends, as odd as that sounds.
I only felt able to tell about 5 of the people I know. Even those 5 have been reduced. Two of them I would tell and instead of actually seeming to care they would go on about their harming, and how it was worse, as if it was a compitition to harm the worse. The other one I sorta drifted from slightly and I didn't want to bother him with my petty problems, I also drifted from another as she got a new group of friends. The last just didn't seem care.
For about the last month I've been feeling like crap. I've stopped going out to hang with friends, I just stay in the house. I find sleeping hard and have to force myself to eat now. It takes me about an hour to actually get to sleep once in bed, and I find the very idea of getting out of bed overwhelming. I oversleep because I refuse to get up, and as I'm on holiday from school I can. My sleep is always really broken too and I wake up feeling like I've barely slept...
As for my cutting I'm doing it a lot more and always where I know nobody besides my few friends who know will see. A few weeks ago I cut about three days in a row. I try not to tell anyone.
On top of my bad mood I'm beginning to like a guy, and I have always been useless with guys, always liking the wrong ones. Yet again I have. I'm liking a friend, Bond, and he's been with his girlfriend for ages. Although he's not sure if he wants to be with her... But that's another story.
I'm been to counselling before but I refused to tell her anything about my harming. I can't talk about it in person and find it hard to be in a room with someone who knows why. I don't want to go back because my mum would need to take me there and I don't want to panic her that there is something wrong with me by asking her to make me an appointment.