I was self injuring (biting myself) at five or six. By the time I was nine, I had decided that it wasn't worth it to try to have friends because it hurt to much to lose them when we moved. I remember writing a letter to my best friend at 9 years old saying that all the color had gone out of my world. I didn't trust anybody at that point. I was suspicious of other kids and thought they were going to embarass me, tease me, pick on me, if not physically hurt me like the bullies did from ages 6-9.