For years, only people close to my heart knew what I was going through. From the outside, I looked like a typical teenager having the time of my life—that's why nobody ever thought I had a serious case of self-mutilation.
Accroding to www.lifesteps.com, self-mutilation is "a general term for a variety of forms of intentional self-harm without the wish to die. Cutting one's skin with razors or knives is the most common pattern of self-mutilation."
I started doing it when I was in grade five—when I got into trouble at school for something I didn't do. I got scared because I knew my parents would be disappointed. Not being able to tell them about it led to an emtional breakdown.
That was the first time I felt my chest tighten. I couldn't breathe and it felt like someone was choking me. I remember reaching for a safety pin on the same area until blood oozed out. I marked my arm with cuts until it felt good—really good.
.~'* GRAB THE MAG! *'~.
To read the entire article, flip to page 40 of your December 2006 issue of Candy with the wonderful crazy Katelyn Tarver on the cover. Thinking of cutting yourself? Talk about it with other teens instead.