I'm a CutterHi. I'm an 18 year old student and I began cutting in grade 9. I grew up in a home where affection was not know. My father didn't like me as much as my brothers, and my mother was disappointed that I was not the daughter she had hoped for. I was a tom-boy and she expressed her disgust for it all the time.
It grade nine I came home crying because of some things that had happened at school and ran to my mother for comfort, I wanted a hug...she screamed at me to get away from her and pushed me away. I felt like my heart broke apart that day. That night I slit my wrists in the bathtub...however I regretted it, jumped out and bandaged myself up.
Since then, when I can't handle this life I cut myself.
I am emotional dead so this is all I really have...