I really hate cutters. I know there are complex emotional reasons for self-mutilation and all that bullshit, but for fuck's sake. Just STOP for the love of pete, it's so fucking stupid-- and don't act all jaded and "oh, I've been to therapists and they don't care, they don't help, blah blah blah." I secretly wish you would all cut deeply, the right way, and just remove your stupid depressed genes from the pool. Your life obviously isn't doing you much good, so why keep whining?
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08:59:00 PM
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I cut because blood is pretty.
They way I think of it...it's kind of like a drug addiction. People start...and then they can't stop. They may not even be sad. Heroine addicts aren't always sad...but they're still addicted. I stopped about a year and a half ago. Not because I wanted to, but because I knew that I had to. But it was hard. Because it's an addiction. It's not as simple as everyone thinks. However, if people were more open minded to cutters, maybe people wouldn't try to hide it so much and WOULD actually get help.
Attention cutters are another story.
Do you get a "high" off of cutting? Isn't it just pain? And if pain is your "high" then there is something seriously wrong with you and you need some professional medical help.
Actually, there's scientific evidence that says that when you bleed, your body releases endorphins. So, yes, in a way. Not anymore for me though. But, yeah, for others.
>>a2
Actually I'm none of those, :]
I think Augusten Burroughs said it best,
For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks - accidentally - and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you're alive.
-Running With Scissors
I'm a regular person with the tact to not call people "emo" and sound like I'm in 8th grade :\
"i cut because blood is pretty"
ahahah good one. Such a predictable emo response.
I do not think that I would ever cut... but blood is pretty. I remember when I was building a fire and the hot metal hit my skin...hot enough that my skin scuttled back and left only blood... I put my mouth to the wound and the shock of the warm liquid on my tongue was electric and wonderful.
^that could be a verbatim passage from some vampire novel
Oh my god, are people honestly still using the term emo?
What I really want to know is how their cutting affects you in any way? Why do you honestly care? I mean, it'd be different if you were concerned for their safety or something, but that's obviously not the case.
Sometimes "just get over it" isn't enough. If you've ever been depressed you'd know that.
^It's my problem when they come to me for help, but then won't do anything to stop themselves. I'll take away razors, I'll hold her, I'll tell her everything's going to be all right, but then SHE DOESN'T STOP. She still cuts. She won't get therapy, she won't talk about why she's so sad as to think that cutting her flesh will make things better. She tells me I'll never understand how horrible her life is, living in a posh mansion in the good part of town with air conditioning, clean water, and a full fridge. She MAKES it my problem. She comes over to my house and makes me put my hand on her wrists to feel the scars when we're watching television, makes me worry that she'll kill herself, revels in my horror, and then she DOESN'T DO A DAMN THING TO STOP. She has long philosophical discussions about why cutting is so "beautiful" and silently mocks my feeble intelligence for not recognizing the obvious benefits of self-mutilation. She tries to make it into some tragic tableau, an exquisitely preserved scene in some gothic fairy tale, readily agreeing with me that it's bad for her and no good will come of it but taking no action to cease it. It would be one thing if she just did it by herself, alone in some bathroom, and wore long sleeves during the day, but no. She shoves her wrists in my face, metaphorically and literally, and demands I don't let her die, demands that I save her from herself. With two girls and one guy now I've had to put up with this shit, and I can't take it any more. I'm not Samwise Gamgee, and you'll just have to carry your own sorry ass up that mountain.
If you had come here bitching about a specific person, like in that last post, I'd have had a lot more sympathy for you to begin with. You're right, that is a very shitty situation and they probably don't deserve your help, but when you address any population as a whole you will always come off as an asshole. I think that's where most of us were coming from.
Yeah...that's more understandable....rubbing it in peoples' faces is kinda obscure and obnoxious.
guys man bear pig is totally serial.
I'm not Samwise Gamgee, and you'll just have to carry your own sorry ass up that mountain.
Nice literary allusion.
Man I have a friend who cuts too and I completely understand where the OP is coming from. All my friend wants is attention. If there's a lull in the attention or if we haven't called her in a while to see how she's feeling, she'll do something and text me like "oops, I slipped and cut my finger...it's gushing blood everywhere" Yeah, thanks, really needed that. She revels in the frantic calls and the emails and the texts but as soon as we suggest talking to her parents she gets angry. She's in therapy now only because we told a counselor at school who told her parents. She's not going to stop anytime soon but why does she need to make it my problem? Why do I have to be the one tossing and turning at night, wondering if she's still alive?
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