Tenth Anniversary of the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge – Letter C is For Cutting and Self-Harm


Tenth Anniversary of the April Blogging from A to Z Challenge

I have chosen to write for the mental health topic. It is very important to me that we support all those with mental health issues and I personally suffer from a good amount of them myself.

The below definition for self-harm was taken from Wikipedia. To read more click here:

Self-harm, also known as self-injury, is defined as the intentional, direct injuring of body tissue, done without suicidal intentions.[1][2][3] Other terms such as cutting and self-mutilation have been used for any self-harming behavior regardless of suicidal intent.[2][4][5][6] The most common form of self-harm is using a sharp object to cut one’s skin. Other forms include behaviour such as burning, scratching, or hitting body parts. While older definitions included behaviour such as interfering with wound healing, excessive skin picking (dermatillomania), hair pulling (trichotillomania) and the ingestion of toxic substances or objects as self-harm,[2][7][8] in current terminology those are differentiated from the term self-harm.

*******************************

I see they have resigned my old self-harm habits as another subject. I scratched scabs open constantly, never letting them heal. I bit myself as hard as possible. I pulled my hair and actually pulled it out of my head a few strands at a time until I had a bald spot.

I tried cutting one time and only the one time. The idea of self-harm is that by hurting yourself you are letting the pain inside, out. The voices in my head insisted I try cutting. I knew what it was even way back then. I was a teenager so we are talking about the 1960’s. I took a fresh razor blade out of the pack and cut a couple of inches down my arm. It was not near my wrist so I wasn’t trying to commit suicide. There was no pain and at first there was no blood either. Eventually the blood welled up, I felt nothing mentally or physically. I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t for me. I saw plenty of people in my hospital stays who cut, but the one time was enough for me. It didn’t do anything so there was no point in doing it. The other stuff I do to this day.

Actually I consider all of that as self-soothing, not self-harm. I do it less now that I am on a high dose of an anti-anxiety medication, but I still find my fingers in my mouth and running through my hair looking for a scab to pull off. Crazily enough that soothes me.

People who cut all the time are usually dressed in something with long sleeves to cover all the scares because new or old cuts, they do scar.

Tessa

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian

Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com

Feel free to leave any feedback!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.