First time you ever experimented with self-harm?

I just wanted to die.

I was 12, sitting in my room. I was frustrated with myself because I thought I was fat and was bad at dieting and all of that. I knew what self harm was, I wanted to try it out. I used a small scissor and made three small cuts. I still wore short sleeves the next day, because the cuts didn't look suspicious. It's been a little over five years now.

I was 10, my parents were fighting and i was crying. I broke one of my mirrors and brgan to cleanit up, i cut my finger and realized how it helped me feel less empty. By the time my parents quit fighting my wrist was pouring blood. They rushed me to the hospital and ive been doing it ever sense.

I cut the ends of my fingers about 3 weeks ago after feeling like I had had eNough. I felt numb and depressed. As a teen i would overdose on paracetamolbut not go to hospital to punish myself. I would punch and hit myself after binging on rubbish. I just wanted to diE

I remember the day perfectly i was in 5th grade, i came home from school and my parents and younger siblings where home playing in my backyard, they were swinging on the swimgs and all laughing together and i started to cry in my room idk why i just suddenly felt like i wasn'tapart of the family, so I didn'tknow what self harming was but i just freaked and took scissors and pressed as hard as i could across my wrist 2 times and it started to bleed and i smiled i felt relieved and happy and calm and so from then on i have been doing it and i am now 14

It was one night when the weather was changing from fall to winter. I sat on the floor of my room sobbing. I was trying to help the love of my life over the phone. Life at home and at school was hell for him. Things got really bad and one thing led to another. He texted me, "Im so sorry. My mother is taking my phone. Please forgive me for the mistakes ive made. And the ones i will make tonight..." Not knowing whether he was dead or alive haunted me. I couldnt lose him. Hes the reason im still breathing. He kept me from breaking every day. I just couldnt take it anymore...so i picked up the pocket knife i kept in my bag and sawed the skin on my arm.

It was in 6th grade. Iwas practicing my piano and I just felt so empty all of a sudden like I had nobody at all, so I took my school locker key and made a couple small marks.I didn't really bleed but I felt better after, so I kept doing it. I'm going into 9th grade and I've been clean for 37 days. Let's hope it lasts longer

The first time I self-harmed was in the 8th grade. If I was being honest with myself, I was doing it for attention because there was another girl in my grade that self-harmed who was very well-liked and tragically pretty. I wanted to be like her. I scratched my arm during gym class one day until it began pusing and bleeding. I remember liking the feeling of being tough and knowing that I was strong enough to do that to myself. 14 years later, I guess I'm not feeling so tough.

I was in the eighth grade, I think I just thought it was a way to release my nervous energy. I took my dads new razor blades and just did it in a very obsessive fast fashion.

Difficult to really pinpoint when my self harm happened first. I think as far as I remember I was scared and didn't want my intrusive thoughts, I have OCD, and I felt that if I did this every time I felt the thoughts or guilt putting my finger nails in my skin and deepening it would help but it only grows from there and I don't encourage anybody to start, instead use a marker or if you feel like hurting yourself talk to somebody right away who you know you can trust but also help.