First time you ever experimented with self-harm?

It was a year or so after my brother was born. I would've been 8 or 9. I can't remember what caused it. All I remember is sitting on the floor of my room thinking "Why can't I be dead?" I pulled my hair and then I decided that if I hit my head hard enough off of the wall it would kill me. I hit my head about 4 or 5 times as hard as I could. It didn't work, obviously seeing as I'm typing this. My dad came up after and sang a song to calm me down. After that it wasn't until I was 11 that I self harmed. I was going through so much. I was getting bullied everyday at school, on top of that, I had home issues. I started pulling out my hair and hitting my head off of things such as poles and walls. I would also bite my arms. I don't know what happened exactly that first day at 11 though. I consider 11 my first time but either one works, which ever you consider.

It depends on what you define as self harm for me. Iremember as a child picking at scabs, knowing that it would mess me up in the long run, and not caring because I wanted to escape and feel something. And as I grew older, I'dpurposely fall and hurt myself, just wanting get hurt. When I was 9, I wanted to run away because of my parents divorce and went to the neighbors and pissed off their dog, making him mad and he chased me around and I climbed up a tree to get away from him and I remember thinking, "if I fallRight now, can I die?" And when I was 11 andstarted shaving my legs, I started purposely hurting myself as I shaved. And this last year, I've usedhurting myself through my acne and spots on myskin, causing as much pain as possible, digging into my pores and popping whatever that was in there, out. I have never been bold enough to cut but sometimes I think about it

It became an addiction. Scissors, razors, knives were my friends. I HAD to do it. I had to dominate myself & punish myself for being so worthless..

the first time i cut myself was after an argument with my mom. i felt like exploding. first i banged my fists on my thighs and then i went for the scissors. i've been on and off for 8years and myone best friend knew from the beginning. then one night last year when everything was really bad,i drank so much that i blabbed about it to two other friends. when they confronted me i lied about it because icouldn't take the way they looked at me. now i cut whenever my feelings are too much to handle

the first time I cut myself was when I was replaced by my friends with another one who was thinner and more interesting than I am.

I was in 8th grade when I first cut. I had struggled with self hatred for a while, I was still closeted, and I had some pretty volatile friendships and I felt like the friends that I cared about we're getting frustrated with me to the point that they didn't want to talk to me (which wasn't even true). I think it was a build up of all of those reasons. Unfortunately, I did continue on through freshman year (although a lot less frequently) and I hope to quit soon.

I was 13 and I had justmoved in with my father because my mother didn't have the money to raise my sister and me anymore. I started school late in a newestablishment and I was gettingbullied. At the same time, I started to question my gender and sexual orientation, because "girl" and "heterosexual" were clearly not me. One evening, the episode ofDegrassiNext Generation where Ellie Nash begins to self-harm came on. I remember going to bed and thinking "would it help me feel better?".From that day, I started to cut and scratchevery day multiple times until Iopened up to mystepsister, whotold my mother, who told my father - I went in therapy after I tried to kill myself andstopped self-harming for a while. Then I had a mental breakdown at the beginning of the next school year andmoved back in with mymother, who was living with her boyfriend (who's now her husband and has been for many years). I startedself-harming again, went back into therapy,started again when I was 17 and neverstopped since. Everything to hurt myself is fair game now: cutting, scratching, biting, hitting,picking at my skin, even eating stuff I shouldn't because of my fragile digestive system, just to seewhat it'll do to me.

The first time I cut myself I was 17. Since then it's an addiction, and it makes me feel whole to have a few scars on my legs and arms. I was accused once, by a friend who knew about it, that I was doing it for attention, and that has stuck with me ever since. Now I'm terrified to open up to people.

with scissors, a few months ago. hardly bled, but hurt. now i use a razor and feel no pain.

The first time i cut myself was in 7th grade i was 13 i think. I was having family issues and just issues with my self. It was one night when i was tired of everything and i hurt myself in my bathroom. That was 5 years ago and now imrecovering and trying to save myself. Its a struggle but i know i can make it,