Archive for July 30, 2007
Obloquy of a Cutter
Cutting is my most destructive addiction. I started cutting myself when I was twelve – after my first suicide attempt. It wasn’t a suicidal behavior. In fact, self-injuring was my coping mechanism for life. It’s what kept me from killing myself. Granted it wasn’t a constructive or healthy method, but it worked. Until December 2005 I hadn’t cut since high school.
I’m not quite certain what caused me to start doing it again in the first place. There are several possibilities: maybe it was the need to release pent-up emotions (rage, shame, guilt, hatred, anger, fear); maybe I wanted to punish myself; maybe I felt I deserved it; maybe it helped me regain control; maybe it distracted me from all the emotional pain; maybe I used my blood as a substitute for tears. It was probably a combination of all those things.
Regardless of why I did it, the need consumed me until it drowned out everything else and all I could think of was seeing my blood running down a drain, filling a pickle jar, or soaking a towel. It was so hypnotic and relaxing and beautiful.
Family Reunion 7-29-07
My uncle Don has been visiting since Friday. He drove up from San Antonio with his boyfriend, Raymond, and their dog, Heidi. He moved back down there a couple years ago. Since he’s in town my grandparents decided to have a get-together. The entire family (from my grandparents down) was there, except Jeff’s kids from his first marriage, and my brother, David. David couldn’t be there because he’s currently incarcerated. Jo-Jo and Lexi couldn’t be there because their mom hasn’t let Jeff see them since he got remarried.






