My first experience with SI took me to the emergnecy room after a doctor who seemed very troubled with my interupting whatever he was doing, gave me a couple of dozen stiches he had me committed to a mental facaility (worst experience in my life). I spent the next few years cutting myself more limited ways, nothing that every involved another trip to the ER. Lately I have been doing pretty good has been several months sense my last SI event. I am working to makes sure my last event is going to stay my last event. But recent pressures seem to make that unlikely. It's hard to explain all the scars I have, but In a sick way I sort of like them, they remind me of how far down I was, and at the same time how far I can fall.