As long as I can remember, I've been picking and biting at my skin. I never realised it was self harm. I remember my mum telling me off a few times when she saw the bite marks on my arms, but she never mentioned the picking and scratching. I'd also bang my hands and head against things, or punch my head and pull my hair.
I started cutting at about twelve or thirteen. That was when I started hiding it. Almost everything else had stopped by this point, except now - at nineteen, I still pick at my skin. Especially on the tops of my arms, where I used to cut - before they found out and I moved onto my thighs.
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