TIFU by cutting myself for the first time
I managed to make it 22 whole years without cutting myself. I got through my parents abuse, figuring out I'm trans, l
Going no-contact with my family, the first year of college, leaving the country, all of it without cutting myself. Tonight I got a little too drunk and let my insecurities get the best of me. I was standing outside the bar and was wondering how much the alcohol would mask the pain. I didn't fully commit. Just ran the tip of the knife across my skin. I didn't think it would be anything, just a little scrape and no harm done. Then I saw the marks. I hate that I like it. I hate that it feels good. I hate that I want more, that I want to try maybe going a little deeper. The marks feel right. They feel like they belong. At least I had the sense to put the knife in some dirty water. I knew that the autistic need to prevent infection would overpower the want to do more. Even so i keep thinking about just cleaning the knife off and trying again. If
Be called 988 before. I have plans in place, gods know I haven't been 100% stable so I know what to do if I cut just a little too deep.
TL:DR I tried cutting myself and I wish I could stop wanting more