First time you ever experimented with self-harm?

In the 4th grade I got angry with myself and frusterated, so I took a pair of scissors and carved away at my skin. I still have a huge scar and I regret ever starting this trend in my behavior.

I was about five I would bite and scratch myself. Then at eleven I began cutting. At twelve I began burning, bruising, poisoning, hair pulling, and head banging.

Hi. I don't even remember what was wrong, I just was upset. I remember that I hide a kitchen knife and went into a bathroom. That was my first cut. I think I was hurt and mad and sad. I must have been fighting with one of my sisters. I was ten years old. I hated how I couldn't get myself to make a satisfying cut. I gave up. I tried to make the cut better with a paper clip...sorry this is... cringy. But anyway, I learned to use better tools, and I eventually was able to well, draw blood. I wish I had never done it in the first place, that I just went on a walk, talked it out, something! Anything else. But now it is an obsession. I had no idea what I was starting, but I think I'll be alright someday.😇

I was 13.. I did it because my best friend had done this.. She was in pain and I wanted to go through this with her so that she wasn't alone.. But I didn't know...

when I was 5 all the way up till now I'd pull at my hair and hit myself in the head..

I was around seven, I found my sister's blade used for her eyebrows and I remember putting it under my nail and cutting it, my excuse was I thought it was one of those filers they use for nails,

I dont remember much, but it was with cutting. I think it was right before sixth grade or right before seventh grade. I was bathing and saw my razor so I picked and ran it across my wrist. It stung, so I stopped. A little while later I decided to do it again, and again, and again until I decided to brake the blades off of the razor. I his them in my bed, pillow, backpack, dresser. I remember breaking pencil sharpeners, the small ones, I would use my hand to break the plastic and end up cutting my fingers and hands. One day I went to school with the blade, my boyfriend knew about my wrist, and arm, and legs, and stomach. I was really upset and started to cut my arm in class, he tried to carefully stop me without attracting attention. I didn't let him, and he got upset. He started to tear up in class, something he's never done before, and it hurt me. I apologized after school and asked why he cared, he told me something close to this "I can't just let you hurt yourself In front of me" it broke my heart. So yeah...random story..sorry.

I remember that day so well. It was in april, end of april. It was a really sunny day and I was actually happy. I went outside, and took my small survival knife (I always had it with me, it made me feel safe). I sat down near an open grass area and lay in the sun, I dont know why but I took out the small knife and started cutting the back of my hand. I liked the feeling of the warm blood, ever since then the selfharm got worse from day to day...

It was a few months ago. I have this necklace with a sharp point on it. I was very angry, so I pressed the tip into my wrist and drew it across, quickly. I was a bit scared the first time I drew blood, but I became addicted. I use scissors now. I guess I just hope somebody will notice the cuts and help me. But it's very hard to hide them from my parents since its summer

I'll be honest, my friend did it because she had depression, so I tried to put myself in her shoes. I tried to cut my own wrists for the sake of knowing what good it could have made me feel, it didn't feel good at all, it was just pain. I'm happy with my life, I was just curious. Never again.