Hi, I don’t use reddit often and I haven’t opened this subreddit in years. I. Don’t really know what I’m doing lol. But I don’t have anyone I can really talk to.
Right off the bat-
I’m not sure if any of this skirts the line of glorifying self harm, so I’ve got to say. I’m a freak and self harm isn’t cool. Do not think I’m pro hurting yourself. I’m just weird.
Anyways, that is to say that I’ve started cutting again and I’ve never felt more excited.
I ‘quit’ years ago. For most of my life- frankly I can’t remember a time where I wasn’t hurting myself somehow- I’ve been off and on self harming, but a few years ago I kinda stopped. My parents got fed up with me and I started taking anatomy and got suddenly kinda paranoid about infections and getting sick. I’ve always been kind of a nerd about diseases- and that’s kind of it actually. I’ve always been weird about this sort of stuff. Diseases, major injuries, scars- I think they’re really cool to learn about but I also think they’re just. Really cool. I think I started hurting myself when I was in like pre school cause I’d get angry and lash out, and I got in less trouble when i hurt myself then when i hurt other kids. But now I’m really just doing it for the scars.
It feels really stupid, I don’t have a good excuse and I don’t know what I’ll say when my folks inevitably find out again. But i just. Really missed it. I never really committed to being clean anyways, it was always like “yeah sure I won’t do it now- but never again? Not even once? Surely you jest.” You know? I’m kinda just waiting till I can move out so I won’t have to hide them anymore.
Lately tho- and this is the confession glorifying bullshit that i actually started typing this about- I’ve been haunted. Like tormented. By this idea. I have a small patch of little scars on the side of my thigh. It’s like a solid square of a bunch of small overlapping scars. And I’ve been thinking about- what if I extended that out? So it was like a stripe of scars down my whole leg? Just this big long stripe of little scars, kinda like a scar tissue mosaic from my hip to my foot-
I can’t stop thinking about it- and last night I put a bunch of scars up to my hip and it was fucking phenomenal- again I really do not at all encourage self harm, this is horrible and bad. But I felt on cloud nine about it. I don’t even know how to explain it- but it was the best I’d felt in awhile. And like I’ve tried healthier coping stuff- I’ve made art about it, written stories about it, tried to distract myself- all that shit. But self harm isn’t really a coping mechanism for me (cutting at least isn’t- I do still hit and bite myself when I’m really upset) so it’s not like I can just replace it with another coping mechanism or whatever. It’s just. Something i want to do. Because I like it.
I don’t know what to do- I don’t even know what I hope to get out of posting this. I don’t think I’m gonna stop, I really want to do these scars. I don’t know what I’ll do when people find out again- hopefully they won’t but. Honestly I think I might just have to tell them the truth this time. Idk.
I just needed to get this off my chest I think. So. Sorry for the big long rant. I hope you have a good day. Uh thanks for reading. :)