In the 5th grade, I began scratching my arm with staples. My mom found out and there was an endless amount of therapy. 6th grade came along, and with it so did help. I hadn't cut myself for about a year. 7th grade came though, and it was my worst year of my life. There were two people who made suicide pacts, and they both were self injurers. That year, I gave myself about 33 eraser burns. I stopped however because my parents found out again. Then this year, I just started again. My mom is bipolar and my little brother is autistic. I used a compass first, but then I started using a razor. I had stopped for about a week or two but then I just started again two days ago.
Please help. I don't think there is any reason I do it, but I like the feeling.
Please help. I don't think there is any reason I do it, but I like the feeling.