Cutting Apr 21 '04    Write an essay on this topic. Tweet Popular Products in Tools and Accessories Frigidaire A/C EA120T Trim Kit for 26 In. Through-the-Wall Air Conditioners From $65 Dewalt 24" Tote With Removable Organizer Dwst24075 From $35 The Bottom Line This is about my problem with cutting... if you are a cutter, this could be a possible trigger, so make sure your safe when you read it. I used to think that I was the only one that cut myself. That I was really demented because I would slice my own flesh with a razor. I used to hide it, wondering what was wrong with me. then i was sent to live at a residential treatment facility because i was caught cutting myself while i was in a juvenile detention center. after about a week living at the treatment center, i found out there were other residents who would cut themselves, and they were automatically labeled (damn labels) Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). And this p!ssed me off, because I do not have a borderline personality disorder, and it seemed rather shallow to label all those who cut with such a tag. So I set out searching for some answers. First I read everything I could about BPD, to assure that was indeed not my problem. And then I discovered the internet. I am not alone! and neither are you!! There were others out there who cut because they were in pain, and that was their way to release it. There was even a name for it. Self-Injury. Another label, but a bit more accurate. It was incredibily reassuring to find out this information, to find others who just might understand how I feel, to know that I wasn't totally demented, because I am not the only one. That is why I am here now. So that others will realize that they are not alone. Because for two years, I thought I was the only one. And that was an awful feeling. So here is my story. I started cutting in sixth grade. I don't know why I reached for the razor the first time, I guess b/c it was there. I was in too much pain, and I didn't know what to do about it. So I cut. To see blood was reassuring, to think I was getting what I deserved. I was numb. I couldn't feel any of the pain I was experiencing, so I cut in hopes that I would. It got to be an impulse. Got in an argument with my mom, had a bad day at school, just reached for the razors. You don't think. You just cut. And you don't feel, as desperately as you want to. All you usually feel is ashamed afterwards. im writing this as a message to all cutters out there... your not alone, and there is a way to stop. there was a time in my life when i couldnt fathom not having my razor in my pocket, for times when i was stressed out, and now its been 2 months since ive last cut. i know that doesnt seem like a long time, but i used to cut almost every day. it was hard stopping, but i couldnt have come this far if it hadnt been for the fact that i know i was hurting more than just myself. my best friend belinda was one of the biggest helps to me, because i knew that if i didnt stop, i wouldnt be able to see her or any of my family for a very long time. thats all i wanted to say, and i hope this isnt too corny of a review, but thats it.

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