I started cutting when I was six. I was being severely sexually abused on a regular basis. You'd think someone would notice a little girl cutting; but they either didn't or chose not too. Sometimes I would beat myself up with a broom handle until I was bruised and swollen.
The sexual abuse stopped when I was 14 when I got shipped off to NC to live with my aunt; but the cutting continued.
When I met my partner I stopped cutting myself for almost 8 years....until recently.
The first time I needed 17 stitches, and the second time I have no recollection of it at all. That's the one that scares me. But, I'm afraid if I tell my therapist she'll have put in the hospital.