Why do so many young girls self harm
Below is the frank, open and honest retelling of one girls story of her self harm. When I read this my heart breaks a little and tears stream down my face and I wonder if it is the right thing to share. Then I read on and realise how powerful it is, how much I learn every time I read it and the open and honest plea it makes ,not only young people but the very systems that are set up to support them. I have chosen to keep her identity off the blog, but do know her and I am happy to pass any questions or comments on to her.
The Beginning of my Self Harm journey
I think the first time I thought about self-harming was when I was about eleven and I got in trouble for something I didn’t do and I remember being so angry but knowing I couldn’t take it out on my mum and dad, so I took a sewing needle and scratched at the back of my hand with it. I didn’t know I was doing anything wrong or what self-harming was, I just knew I was angry and that the pain took it away.
I didn’t do it again or even think about it again until I was 13 and I was spiralling into self-destruction.
I think at that point I was self-harming indirectly anyway by putting myself in dangerous situations and acting up in any way I could, but a fall-out with a friend triggered me to cut my wrist with a pair of scissors. At this point I did know what self-harming was as another close friend of mine was using it to cope with problems at home.