Am I cutting for attention?!
Question: Am I cutting for attention!?
So I started cutting a while back!. The first time I did it, I told my two close friends ( I've been known to get obsessed about things, and take it too far!. I didn't want that to happen in thsi case!. I wanted someone to keep a check on me if I did it again!.) The next day I wore short sleeves so people could see!. (yes!. i know that's for attention)
Now, a few months later, no one knows I cut (my two friends from before thought it was a one-time sort of thing) I now cut whenever I am upset, whenever I don't feel like I'm perfect, or feel inadequate and worthless!. I would never dream of wearing short sleeves EVER!. I don't want people to know, but I also do because I'm afraid it'll grow into something huge unlesss someone stops me!.
Again, the first time I did it, it WAS for attention!. Now it's just for the rush and the release!. And no one knows about it!. It helps me feel better!. I'm just wondering how it looks to the public, cause I can't judge myself!. I'm biased!.!.!.thanks for any helpWww@Answer-Health@Com
Now, a few months later, no one knows I cut (my two friends from before thought it was a one-time sort of thing) I now cut whenever I am upset, whenever I don't feel like I'm perfect, or feel inadequate and worthless!. I would never dream of wearing short sleeves EVER!. I don't want people to know, but I also do because I'm afraid it'll grow into something huge unlesss someone stops me!.
Again, the first time I did it, it WAS for attention!. Now it's just for the rush and the release!. And no one knows about it!. It helps me feel better!. I'm just wondering how it looks to the public, cause I can't judge myself!. I'm biased!.!.!.thanks for any helpWww@Answer-Health@Com
Answers:
25+ years ago I was a cutter!. Bad scars on my arms, legs, abdomen, chest, hands, everywhere but my face!. I've got cuts 10-12" long!. 25+ years later, I have horrible scars from EVERY SINGLE CUT (maybe 100 or so) and people stare at me all summer!. I can't go swimming!. I can't even wear a t-shirt!. My whole life is embarrassed by this and there isn't a day I regret doing it!. There isn't a day I am not reminded of my stupidity!. I wish I never did it!. Why did I do it!? Don't know!. Don't care anymore!. All I have is deep regret!.Www@Answer-Health@Com
Keep cutting on the same spot if you do it for the rush!.!.!.!.that's what these people do!.Www@Answer-Health@Com
if you're a child you need to talk to a responsible adult!. This is not healthy!.
As an adult you need to see a doctor!.Www@Answer-Health@Com
As an adult you need to see a doctor!.Www@Answer-Health@Com
found this poem and hope it helps you to know that there are others with your condition please seek help
For Children Who Were Broken
by Elia Wise
For Children Who Were Broken
it is very hard to mend!.!.!.!.!.!.
Our pain was rarely spoken
and we hid the truth from friends!.
Our parents said they loved us,
but they didn't act that way!.
They broke our hearts
and stole our worth,
with the things that they would say!.
We wanted them to love us!.
We didn't know what we did
to make them yell at us
and hit us,
and wish we weren't their kid!.
They'd beat us up and scream at us
and blame us for their lives!.
Then they'd hold us close inside their arms
and tell us confusing lies
of how they really loved us --
even though we were BAD,
and how it was OUR fault they hit us,
OUR fault that they were mad!.
When days were just beginning
we sometimes prayed for them to end,
and when the pain kept coming,
we learned to just pretend
that we were good
and so were they
and this was just
on of those days !.!.!.
tomorrow we'd be friends!.
We had to believe it so!.
We had nowhere else to go!.
Each day that we pretended,
we replaced reality
with lies, or dreams,
or angry schemes,
in search of dignity !.!.!.!.
until our lies
got bigger than the truth,
and we had no one real to be
Our bodies were forsaken!.
With no safe place to hide,
we learned to stop
hearing and feeling what they did to our outsides!.
We tried to make them love us,
till we hated ourselves instead,
and couldn't see a way out,
and wished that they were dead!.
We scared ourselves by thinking that,
and scared ourselves to know,
that we were acting just like them --
and might ever more be so!.
To be half the size of a grown-up
and trapped inside their pain!.!.!.!.
To every day lose everything
with no savior or refrain!.!.!.
To wonder how it is possible
that God could so forget
the worthy child you knew you were,
when you had not been damaged yet !.!.!.
To figure on your fingers
that the years till you'd be grown
enough to leave the torment
and survive away from home,
were more than you could count to,
or more than you could bear,
was the reality we lived in
and we knew it wasn't fair!.
We who grew up broken
are somewhat out of time,
struggling to mend our childhood,
when our peers are in their prime!.
Where others find love
and contentment,
we still often have to strive
to remember we are worthy,
and heroes just to be alive!.
Some of us are healing!.
some are stealing!.
Most are passing the anger on!.
Some give their lives away to drugs,
or the promise of like beyond!.
Some still hide from society!.
Some struggle to belong!.
But all of us are wishing
the past would not hold on
so long!.
There's a lot of digging down to do
to find the child within,
to love away the ugly pain
and feel innocence again!.
There is forgiveness
worthy of angel's wings
for remembering those at all,
who abused our sacred childhood
and programmed us to fall!.
To seek to understand them,
and how their pain became our own,
is to risk the ground we stand on
to climb the mountain home!.
The journey is not so lonely
as in the past it s been !.!.!.
More of us are strong enough
to let the growth begin!.
But while we're trekking
up the mountain
we need everything we've got,
to face the adults we have become,
and all that we are not!.
So when you see us weary
from the day's internal climb !.!.!.
When we find fault
with your best efforts,
or treat imperfection
as purposeful crime !.!.!.
When you see our quick defenses,
our efforts to control,
our readiness to form a plan
of unrealistic goals !.!.!.
When we run into a conflict
and fight to the bitter end,
remember !.!.!.
We think that winning means
we won't be hurt again!.
When we abandon OUR thoughts
and feelings,
to be what we believe YOU
want us to,
or look at trouble we re having,
and want to blame it all on you!.!.!.
When life calls for new beginnings,
and we fear they re doomed to end,
remember!.!.!.
Wounded trust is like a wounded knee--
It is very hard to bend!.
Please remember this
when we are out of sorts!.
Tell us the truth, and be our friend!.
For children who were broken!.!.!.
it is very hard to mend!.Www@Answer-Health@Com
For Children Who Were Broken
by Elia Wise
For Children Who Were Broken
it is very hard to mend!.!.!.!.!.!.
Our pain was rarely spoken
and we hid the truth from friends!.
Our parents said they loved us,
but they didn't act that way!.
They broke our hearts
and stole our worth,
with the things that they would say!.
We wanted them to love us!.
We didn't know what we did
to make them yell at us
and hit us,
and wish we weren't their kid!.
They'd beat us up and scream at us
and blame us for their lives!.
Then they'd hold us close inside their arms
and tell us confusing lies
of how they really loved us --
even though we were BAD,
and how it was OUR fault they hit us,
OUR fault that they were mad!.
When days were just beginning
we sometimes prayed for them to end,
and when the pain kept coming,
we learned to just pretend
that we were good
and so were they
and this was just
on of those days !.!.!.
tomorrow we'd be friends!.
We had to believe it so!.
We had nowhere else to go!.
Each day that we pretended,
we replaced reality
with lies, or dreams,
or angry schemes,
in search of dignity !.!.!.!.
until our lies
got bigger than the truth,
and we had no one real to be
Our bodies were forsaken!.
With no safe place to hide,
we learned to stop
hearing and feeling what they did to our outsides!.
We tried to make them love us,
till we hated ourselves instead,
and couldn't see a way out,
and wished that they were dead!.
We scared ourselves by thinking that,
and scared ourselves to know,
that we were acting just like them --
and might ever more be so!.
To be half the size of a grown-up
and trapped inside their pain!.!.!.!.
To every day lose everything
with no savior or refrain!.!.!.
To wonder how it is possible
that God could so forget
the worthy child you knew you were,
when you had not been damaged yet !.!.!.
To figure on your fingers
that the years till you'd be grown
enough to leave the torment
and survive away from home,
were more than you could count to,
or more than you could bear,
was the reality we lived in
and we knew it wasn't fair!.
We who grew up broken
are somewhat out of time,
struggling to mend our childhood,
when our peers are in their prime!.
Where others find love
and contentment,
we still often have to strive
to remember we are worthy,
and heroes just to be alive!.
Some of us are healing!.
some are stealing!.
Most are passing the anger on!.
Some give their lives away to drugs,
or the promise of like beyond!.
Some still hide from society!.
Some struggle to belong!.
But all of us are wishing
the past would not hold on
so long!.
There's a lot of digging down to do
to find the child within,
to love away the ugly pain
and feel innocence again!.
There is forgiveness
worthy of angel's wings
for remembering those at all,
who abused our sacred childhood
and programmed us to fall!.
To seek to understand them,
and how their pain became our own,
is to risk the ground we stand on
to climb the mountain home!.
The journey is not so lonely
as in the past it s been !.!.!.
More of us are strong enough
to let the growth begin!.
But while we're trekking
up the mountain
we need everything we've got,
to face the adults we have become,
and all that we are not!.
So when you see us weary
from the day's internal climb !.!.!.
When we find fault
with your best efforts,
or treat imperfection
as purposeful crime !.!.!.
When you see our quick defenses,
our efforts to control,
our readiness to form a plan
of unrealistic goals !.!.!.
When we run into a conflict
and fight to the bitter end,
remember !.!.!.
We think that winning means
we won't be hurt again!.
When we abandon OUR thoughts
and feelings,
to be what we believe YOU
want us to,
or look at trouble we re having,
and want to blame it all on you!.!.!.
When life calls for new beginnings,
and we fear they re doomed to end,
remember!.!.!.
Wounded trust is like a wounded knee--
It is very hard to bend!.
Please remember this
when we are out of sorts!.
Tell us the truth, and be our friend!.
For children who were broken!.!.!.
it is very hard to mend!.Www@Answer-Health@Com
find a activity that you enjoy then well show off doesnt have to be a sport or anything like that if you have a skill of any type focus on that and people will look toward you more
goodluckWww@Answer-Health@Com
goodluckWww@Answer-Health@Com
Dear Asker,
I think that if people see your scars they will worry more than anything else!. You need to stop this habit!. That's right!.!.!.I'm telling you to stop!. There are other ways to relieve stress and take control over your life!. Find something else--talking to people, music, instrument playing, exercising, yoga, napping, movie watching, anything else!. The sooner that you stop, the sooner you'll be able to wear short sleeves!.
I don't even know you and I'm worried about you!. Cutting is unsafe and unneccessary!. Please get help or just stop!.
People are going to have to find out sometime, so you might as well just wear what you want!.
I truly hoped this helped,
Green Eyed Gal
(PS- I'm a college student if that makes a difference!.)Www@Answer-Health@Com
I think that if people see your scars they will worry more than anything else!. You need to stop this habit!. That's right!.!.!.I'm telling you to stop!. There are other ways to relieve stress and take control over your life!. Find something else--talking to people, music, instrument playing, exercising, yoga, napping, movie watching, anything else!. The sooner that you stop, the sooner you'll be able to wear short sleeves!.
I don't even know you and I'm worried about you!. Cutting is unsafe and unneccessary!. Please get help or just stop!.
People are going to have to find out sometime, so you might as well just wear what you want!.
I truly hoped this helped,
Green Eyed Gal
(PS- I'm a college student if that makes a difference!.)Www@Answer-Health@Com
As to whether or not you're cutting for attention, only you can decide because only you know all your motives!.
Actually, most mental health professionals I've met (quite a few, I've been seeing them weekly for four years now, spent some time in a hospital program and switched therapists several times) have said that if you cut to relieve stress when it's overwhelming you, it's actually a good thing, because it prevents the stress from pushing you over the edge!. Make sure it's clean (treat the cuts like you would a cut from a tree branch - prevent infection), that you don't go too deep, and that you don't do it too much!. Unless you are really going crazy, you should talk with a parent/guardian, teacher, school counselor, or call one of the free relief hotlines!.
I wouldn't recommend letting your peers see the cuts; it may just make it worse!.Www@Answer-Health@Com
Actually, most mental health professionals I've met (quite a few, I've been seeing them weekly for four years now, spent some time in a hospital program and switched therapists several times) have said that if you cut to relieve stress when it's overwhelming you, it's actually a good thing, because it prevents the stress from pushing you over the edge!. Make sure it's clean (treat the cuts like you would a cut from a tree branch - prevent infection), that you don't go too deep, and that you don't do it too much!. Unless you are really going crazy, you should talk with a parent/guardian, teacher, school counselor, or call one of the free relief hotlines!.
I wouldn't recommend letting your peers see the cuts; it may just make it worse!.Www@Answer-Health@Com