i had the fascination with scabs and scratching them clear off just to see the blood.. as far as the first major cutting episode it was after a fight with either my parents or just my mom..probably mom.. and i ran into the kitchen and snuck a knife out of the wooden knife holding thingy.. but i didn't pick a really good one since it was the scratchy kind if that makes sense.. and took it to my palms and the back of my hand. i fell asleep with the knife and tissues in my hand and woke up to it being gone..pretty sure my mom snuck it outa my hand while i was asleep but she never mentioned it..