I've been self injuring since I was around 6, back then I would hit my thighs and shins until they bruised when I felt anxious. After moving to Florida I stopped for a long time, that is, until my parents got divorced. I was very sheltered before my parents divorced, I had been homeschooled my whole life, so their divorce seemed like the end of the world to me.

Around the age of 11 I started burning and cutting myself almost every day until my parents found out and put me in therapy. I was put on medication for anxiety and depression and I started therapy. I also began going to a private school, but I hated it and didn't have any friends so it only intensified my self injury and I began to starve myself as well.

In my freshman year of high school I realized that I am trangender (meaning I'm a guy on the inside) and although it did make me depressed (and still does), knowing what was wrong helped me to, at least, cut back on my self injury. I had also stopped going to therapy, and in my sophomore year I was taken off of medication because my mom thought I was better and I am too shy to say that I'm not.

I had stopped self injuring for the most part, though, and I was eating well too. But I made 2 friends in high school who both self injure, do drugs, and drink and I ended up drinking and getting high with them, which triggered my self injury again, as well as my issues with food. So that's the situation I'm in now, back to self injury and self destructive habits.
necromanticboy necromanticboy
18-21, T
Aug 10, 2010