@Samizdata @sungo err *she is the kind
@Samizdata @sungo Insufficiently sharp tools are one reason my cutting never killed me.
@sungo @Samizdata It's sad too. Cutters have huge stigma as attention seekers. In my case though, it was part coping, and part "GOD DAMMIT FUCKING HELP ME YOU ASSHOLE PLEASE".
@Samizdata @sungo Like someone on fire trying to make themselves as visible as possible so someone will come help. Except no one came to help. I had to learn to stop cutting on my own.
@sungo @Samizdata I wish more people would take self-harm seriously.
@Elizafox @Samizdata I never told a soul. Well, not until the only therapist I ever trusted caught me wincing at some physical movement.
@sungo @Samizdata I told people and got ignored. So I began to hide it. And I hid it further. And people thought I got better. I really didn't.
@Samizdata @sungo I had limited OD opportunities. All I could OD on was common OTC meds, and I wasn't stupid enough to OD on Tylenol given the horrendous death from liver failure that would follow.
@Samizdata @Elizafox My unintentional OD was prescription xanax. Huge panic attack hit and I thought "well, if one works on a normal panic attack then clearly I need ALL THE XANAX". It's too bad too. I miss xanax.
@Samizdata @sungo I've only had opiate painkillers twice. Codeine and vicodin. The latter I wasn't stupid enough to OD on. The former I was doing slightly better and didn't think to try to kill myself before I finished the prescription. Probably for the better.
@Samizdata @Elizafox The thing is with me, I have always suffered alone. Pretty much every partner I've ever had has left when things got bad. The docs say I shouldn't live alone beacuse of things like that OD. But since no one's willing to put up with my shit, I get to live alone.
@Samizdata @sungo I've had close calls with suicide but luckily my attempts either failed, I got seen and aborted, or I chickened out.