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By: The false dichotomy of “body” and “mind” | Raising My Boychick

Wed, 24 Aug 2011 05:28:07 +0000

[...] When anxiety spikes, it is my heart that pounds, my muscles that tense and yearn to strike. [...]

By: Open thread: How to explain self-injury scars to your child? | Raising My Boychick

Sun, 13 Mar 2011 21:14:36 +0000

[...] experience was how to explain scars that come from cutting or other forms of self injury (as my “preferred” method has resulted in no scarring). My inclination, as with most things, is to be as honest as is age-appropriate, but I do not wish [...]

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Anger | Living with Ralph — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 10:02:28 +0000

[...] How do I express anger in a healthy way? Without directing it at people. Without yelling obscenities. Without hitting my head against the wall… I am so ashamed to admit that I self-harm, but I do, and I know I’m not alone – at least one woman has blogged about it http://www.raisingmyboychick.com/200…igger-warning/ [...]

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The things we won’t blog « Raising My Boychick — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 23:11:02 +0000

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Wed, 29 Dec 2010 22:34:10 +0000

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By: Cassandra

Cassandra — Sun, 12 Dec 2010 07:49:19 +0000

Banging my forehead with my the butt of my hand was my self-injure of choice.

Your ability to use such eloquent language to explain these complicated topics astounds and amazes me. I love you and have for a very long time.

I hope one day you can look back and say, “My name is Arwyn, and I used to self-injure.”

By: Lila

Lila — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 19:21:55 +0000

I self-injure. Mostly cut. But also anything that is readily available including burning, wrist banging, biting, scratching, whipping, and head banging. I once hit my head against a wall repeatedly. (okay I’ve done that a lot, but it’s the only way to start the story) A friend walked in on me and tried to stop me. I had such a rhythm going that when he put his hand in the way I couldn’t prevent my head from smashing into his hand. I fractured one of his fingers squashing it between my head and the wall. I’ve never been able to say I don’t leave marks. My scars leave track marks from suicide attempts down my arms and criss cross in pain I was desperate to feel like an itch under the skin that I couldn’t get at any other way. I self-injure. I haven’t cut in months, because it makes my guy sad. But I took up smoking to replace it and I still scratch, and wrist bang when I can’t stop shaking with the overwelmed feelings and pain.
I self-injure and I don’t know how to stop.
I read your story about how far you’ve come as well. I hope you keep doing better. I hope we both figure it out.

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How far I’ve come « Raising My Boychick — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 07:20:39 +0000

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By: Z

Fri, 06 Aug 2010 08:06:52 +0000

Thank you for this post. I have done several types of self-injury or “pain I can control” so I completely understand.

By: MyFeminineMind

MyFeminineMind — Tue, 03 Aug 2010 19:32:21 +0000

Thank you for this post. I don’t know if you still struggle with this or not; this is obviously an older post but I’m just coming across it now. Just thought I’d share an insight I had that helped me stop cutting, and maybe it might help you. Maybe it won’t. But hopefully, we’ve nothing to lose. I would self injure because of the abuse I suffered as a child. When I was actually cutting I told myself I didn’t know what the big deal was, or why my cutting made people upset. After all, these wounds were real and deep on the inside, and I was just putting those wounds on the outside. In other words, I was just making them visible. I thought people should be freaking out about my interior wounds that no one could see, not the little cuts on myself that you could see. I said the cuts were a visible sign of an invisible reality. And so I kept justifying my cutting. Then one day I realized something. I realized I wasn’t just “making my wounds visible.” I was perpetuating my abuse. Because I cut when I was really hurting and upset and had nowhere to go with all my pain. When I was a child, I held in all my hurt and didn’t tell anybody. So I realized that I was abusing myself and silencing myself. So after this realization, I began to get out my hurt feelings and my deep wounds by talking to someone about what I was feeling. And this was truly healing.