wow this is pretty radical, a thread where cutters talk about it like it's normal...3 years ago I probably would've ripped into you people(I don't believe in self-mutilation), but when I broke up with my fiancee this year I went through a terrible close-to-alcoholism phase, spending all my money on drink etc.
About 2 weeks after the breakup I cut myself for the first time - about 10 slashes on the inside of my left calf muscle, 7/8 on the outside, 4/5 across each bicep and about 6 on my chest..I did these pretty slowly one night, and what a pussy I was...half of them are REALLY faint now (7 months ago) and the rest are barely visible except for 2 deep ones on the inner calf...
I said I would never do this again after I crashed my car, freaked out all my mates etc., but the one thing I did notice about it was that making these slow cuts made my panic attacks I was having after the breakup go away, the adrenaline the pain produced taking the edge off...and I could actually feel real pain, not just panic or numbness...(I wasn't drunk this time)
WEEEEELL I did it again, probably about a month and a bit later(?) I came home real drunk, fucked up again about the breakup (I know alcohol is terrible for making stuff worse, but somehow I couldn't stop) but this time I got my craft knife and didnt try precise cuts - I just pulled quick and deep...5/6/7 across my left front shoulder, 4/5 across my right, 3/4 across my chest and one across my stomach...I really just whipped the blade across the flesh...
Now everyone here knows what happens when you combine alcohol with cutting/tattooing piercing - it bleeds a shitload more, and there I was crying with a blade in my hand, blood streaming down my arms and chest, and my brother comes in, hands me a towel and gives me a hug...
now after this I have serious scars, 3 in particular I know will never go...2 on my left shoulder opened up about 4 mm wide, but the one on my stomach oh lord - it opened up so deep that I thought I was going to have to go to hospital...the scar now is still (I didnt go to hospital I bandaged it up for the night and rubbed antiseptic lotion into the wound everyday etc) about 5mm wide and about 4 inches long...
These scars I wear remind me of how bad I got, and how much I needed help...And although I was in therapy already at the time, I kicked the booze, the coke, had already kicked the weed along time before as a test for myself, and started reading a book my mother gave me by the Dalai Lama...
I'm now totally different, I love myself, I'm still not fully over my ex (7.5months since the breakup) but she doesn't enter my mind even 90% as much as she used to, I'm sorting out my life, and I still don't believe in self-harm...
I look at my scars as a learning curve - everyday I look at them and laugh to myself, coz I did something I thought I would never do or understand, and know I will never do it again...
I now no longer care if people see these scars I wear them with pride coz they teach me about an old, a dormant part of myself, a part I'd tried to get rid of by pushing down into the murky swamps of my mind, and out of my life.
Now I'm back to thinking that cutting is wrong, but have felt humbled upon reading this thread... I do think there are much better ways however of dealing with stress, emotional pain, anger - you just need to find your way of doing it without doing harm to this temple of infinite possibilities - your physical body!