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       #Post#: 55514--------------------------------------------------
       i never really understood.
       By: Raven` Date: April 19, 2015, 11:14 am
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       You all know me as Raven. The calm, friendly, and
       most-of-the-time controlling girl who spends a lot of her time
       just sitting on the internet and enjoying life.
       Close friends and family know me as Malenya, a small pansexual
       cis female who often does things that a cat would do, like
       brushing against someone's hand when being pet. (Yes, I do that.
       Its a habit of mine, sadly enough.)
       And others see me as... well, "her." A short, petite
       fifteen-year-old freshman that looks like she could be a
       twelve-year-old seventh-grader.
       But there is one thing - something that everyone should be able
       to tell about me right away. From the way I carry myself, to the
       way I let my voice carry to others. I'm a happy person. I have
       no problems, I have no issues, I have no reason to be angry at
       the world or myself. I love my body, even its imperfections.
       Sure, there are times when I'm down. When my parents are yelling
       at each other. When my friends are down. But that doesn't mean
       that I stay down - its like I have the inability to. I have
       affinity towards being happy, and its an extra plus to make
       others happy as well. So I do that. When my parents are yelling
       at each other, I just sneak into my brother's room, and occupy
       him by playing games with him. When my friends are down, I try
       to scoop them out of their hole and show them something happy.
       It sounds a lot easier than it is, but I try.
       So, I never really understood. Self-loathe and self-harm, that
       is. Back when I was in sixth-grade, I looked at these two topics
       and thought, "Why would someone even think about hurting
       themselves?" In seventh-grade, I saw self-harm and thought,
       "Well, that's just stupid. Hurting yourself doesn't make
       anything better." In eighth-grade, my opinion on the topic
       didn't change all that much.
       I left out my opinion on self-loathing in seventh-grade.
       Because, if I'm being completely honest, I didn't entirely liked
       myself then. My hair was always a mess, I didn't talk much at
       all, I found a new imperfection nearly every day that made me
       want to cover up. In fact, the last couple days of seventh-grade
       were incredibly hot - near eighty degrees in the building. Even
       then, even with the heat, I wore a thick sweater to cover my
       arms. Not because I cut - I have never done that before (not
       saying that I never thought about it) but because I just didn't
       like them.
       That carried on to eighth-grade, but by the end of my last year
       at middle-school, I found that every one has imperfections, and
       you're more likely to like them if you see them in a different
       light. Summer went by, and school came back. Now its freshman
       year. At the beginning of this year, I promised myself that I
       would get out there more, that I would do more and make more
       friends. I can't say I've done much but, hey, I have a boyfriend
       now. And I have a ton of new friends to spend time with.
       My new friends came from other middle-schools and out-of-town. I
       didn't expect to bond with others so quickly, and to be honest I
       didn't, but I found myself talking to kids who live a town or
       two over, or who went to a rival middle-school. But, here's the
       thing about these kids - I don't know their hardships. I assumed
       that they were just like Hillside - my middle school - kids. I
       was wrong.
       You see, Hillside kids, although with their own ups and downs,
       were always ready for the day. It would be a lie to say that
       cutting, smoking, and sex was never brought up among the
       students, but it wasn't brought up often, and cutting was often
       just a beginning of the year thing for assemblies. In fact, the
       worse thing that happened in that school while I was there was
       when a girl was nearly driven to going to a different middle
       school due to some guy hitting her, and everyone taunting her
       about it. But that was it. And that didn't even last a week.
       But no. Memorial kids, South kids, and out-of-town kids all had
       their own stories. Their own terrors. I don't really talk to
       many South Kids, but I'm dating a Memorial kid and my new
       friends are from out-of-town. I would continuously talk about
       out-of-town kids, and how cool they are and how chill they are.
       But they seem even better than the kids I grew up with - boring,
       even. So lets just skip over to Memorial.
       I know nothing about their conditions in school - if their
       teachers were cool, if they're system was strict. Nothing. But I
       know of a few of their kids - my before mentioned boyfriend and
       his ex.
       His ex is... well, she has been a nice girl. I can't say that my
       information about her isn't updated ever since I started dating
       her ex. She distanced herself from me, and I can't help but feel
       like I've done something wrong. But that's besides the point -
       this girl is nice. Shes fun to be around and talk to. But, she
       smokes. And she drinks. And she cuts. She told me once that she
       even was kicked out of her own home on multiple occasions. She
       even disappeared for two weeks straight for rehab. That didn't
       work. One time, she left the cafe and came back with a smile,
       and I could see that right under her thigh, there was a growing
       spot. My boyfriend (we weren't dating at the time, but neither
       were they) asked her if she cut, and she just nodded happily.
       Like I said. I never really understood the whole self-harm and
       self-loathing thing. So when this occurred, I just stared. Just
       watched, trying to fix the jumbled thoughts in my head. I
       ignored it, because thinking about it gave me conflicting
       feelings. I wanted to tell her that she shouldn't do that to
       herself, but at the same time, I couldn't. Its her body. I can't
       stop her actions towards it, can I?
       My boyfriend, before dating, was no different. A month before I
       started talking to him, he was smoking. A couple weeks before
       that, he was cutting. He straight up told me one day that the
       last time he drank was December 31 to January 1. Its disturbing
       to think that the person I'm extremely fond of has done these
       things, but I've grown to accept it, even though I still can't
       understand why. We've had conversations on these old habits of
       his, and hes told me many times, over and over, that he would
       never stoop to such levels again. But, that doesn't help me
       understand, does it?
       Now, my close friend. My really, really, really close friend who
       I hold so close to my heart recently told me that she hasn't
       been eating as much. That she was happy, because she was losing
       weight. I can't understand why - she looks perfect to me. But,
       she isn't happy with her body because she's "overweight." We had
       a full conversation, and ended up pointing out my eating habits
       and asking why she can't do the same. Mind you, my eating habits
       are effed up. I rarely eat breakfast and lunch, and I
       practically eat my family out of house and home the second I
       step through the front door. But she eats every meal, every day.
       Don't tell me that switching to my habits, but yet still only
       eating one meal will help anything. I made her promise me things
       to make me feel better, but I still feel horrible because I
       don't understand.
       There are other small things that happen. My before mentioned
       friend once cut because we were having an argument. One of my
       close friends recently experiences a break up and has turned to
       biting into his wrist to point the pain away from his heart. And
       more.
       Why is self-loathing a thing? Why is self-harm a thing? Why?
       I just can't find a reason. I just can't understand.
       I started this with an upbeat attitude - that at the end, I
       would understand. That the world's answers would just flutter to
       me. That I would be able to bring these peoples away from these
       bad habits. But no. Thinking about these only proved some of my
       theories wrong.
       Self-harm is described by Google as the intentional, direct
       injuring of body tissue most often done without suicidal
       intentions. That's fine, right? No suicidal intentions, no
       worries. But, even then, you are hurting yourself. You are
       purposely inflicting injury on yourself. And I can't understand
       why.
       Google defines self-loathing as to an extreme dislike or hatred
       of oneself, or being angry at or even prejudiced against
       oneself. The term is also used to designate a dislike or hatred
       of a group, family, social class, mental illness, or stereotype
       to which one belongs and/or has. I guess this definition more or
       less gives reason. You don't like something, so you loathe it.
       And there's a chance that its something you are affiliated with.
       Or its just you.
       But, I want to know. I really, really want to understand. I just
       want a simple explanation from someone who has experienced
       these. A good one. I want something to look back to when I
       encounter these - let that be with someone else, or even myself.
       I just want to know.
       I want to understand.
       #Post#: 55515--------------------------------------------------
       Re: i never really understood.
       By: puddincat Date: April 19, 2015, 4:18 pm
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       I'll try to help you understand. Sorry if this gets a little
       long.
       I never understood either why people could be depressed. I was
       always someone who tried to make the best out of every situation
       (and basically ignored all the negatives in life).
       I started to get depressed in 8th grade. I've never been
       officially diagnosed, but it don't think feeling like crap most
       of the time is normal. Most of the symptoms of depression fit
       me, and on a "depression quiz" we took in psychology I scored
       like a 70 when the majority of my classmates got below 30.
       So. 8th grade. I guess a lot of factors contributed to it. We
       were graduating, moving on to high school, and most of us
       weren't going to see each other again. I didn't want to go to
       high school at all. In fact, I've never wanted to grow up. It
       stresses me the heck out. I was also feeling really regretful.
       There were so many things I wish I'd done differently, and I
       hated that I couldn't go back and change anything. I also became
       more self-conscious; I was ugly, I had bad hair, and I was too
       tall. One of the biggest reasons I ended up depressed was that
       the guy I liked at the time was dating someone else. I was
       stupid.
       That depression lasted until about the end of 2014. I don't
       really remember exactly what it was like, but I remember finally
       feeling free! I could think clearly, my feelings weren't jumbled
       all the time, and I didn't get overly upset about every little
       thing. That didn't last long.
       In like February or March, it came back. Feelings of
       worthlessness, helplessness, and loneliness slowly kept creeping
       back in. It was more persistent and more severe than last time.
       My social anxiety was also horrible at that point too. At that
       time I was in the middle of soccer season and we were rehearsing
       for the musical. I felt lonely and incapable in both groups. No
       one really talked to me, or when they did it was really brief. I
       sat alone a lot, and felt like an outcast. So I just started to
       hate myself. No one else seemed to like me, there must be
       something wrong with me. I'm awkward, I'm boring, and I'm ugly.
       I'm never good enough for anyone.
       I also started learning about problems in the world through
       tumblr. It made me so angry that there was so much injustice in
       the world and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't do
       anything about anything! My grades were falling and I was more
       stressed than ever, and I felt like I would never be able to
       accomplish anything in life. And that I'd never enjoy my life. I
       felt like I didn't have control over anything at all.
       I never understood why people would cut themselves or why they
       would resort to drugs to solve their problems. I think I do now.
       When you hate yourself so much, when you just hate life itself
       so much, you just don't care anymore. You don't care that you're
       hurt and bleeding. You hate yourself. You deserve this. I've
       contemplated self-harm before. Never done it, but thought about
       it. I didn't want people to see my scars so I never did. It's
       just sickly alluring for some reason.
       As for drugs, smoking, and alcohol, they're distractions. Coping
       techniques. The people I know who do these things have
       absolutely horrible home lives, and their other friends aren't
       very good influences on them. I can see why someone would resort
       to that. I just hate reality so much, it would be great to just
       get away from everything. I would never do it, it would
       eventually make my real life even worse than it already is. But
       I think people get high and drunk because they're desperate to
       get away from their toxic relationships or negative feelings.
       We learned about depression and other disorders in psych class.
       A depressed person sees things as global, stable and internal.
       Meaning that if one thing goes wrong, they'll see their world
       crashing down, that nothing is ever going to change, and that
       it's all their fault. Take it to a biological level and it's
       because they're lacking in certain neurotransmitters.
       I can recognize that my thinking is flawed. But I can't stop
       blaming everything on myself, and thinking everything is
       hopeless. Depression is addicting. If I lose depression, I lose
       a part of myself. I can barely remember what I was like before
       it.
       Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad all the time. I laugh at jokes,
       I get happy when I do well on a test, and sometimes I just can't
       stop smiling. There's just an underlying feeling of being dead
       inside that resurfaces whenever I'm alone or when I'm reminded
       of how worthless I am. That's part of the reason why it's
       sometimes hard to tell when someone's depressed. And I think I'm
       slowly starting to find myself and become a happier person, but
       I've thought that before and it was always a false alarm, so I
       really don't know.
       I hope this helps at least a little bit, but I'm really bad at
       talking about feelings and explaining things.
       #Post#: 55520--------------------------------------------------
       Re: i never really understood.
       By: FancyCat. Date: April 20, 2015, 1:34 pm
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       in the words of onision, "you take something that your parents
       put so much time and effort in, you take yourself, and you just
       wreck it."
       Self-harm is what a lot of people do these days, just to force
       all of their problems to temporarily go away. People are driven
       to inflicting pain on themselves, because they think it's all
       they are able to do.
       But most people now just do it for attention. They find some
       problem they have, slice their wrists open, take a picture of
       it, and post it on tumblr just so people can pity them.
       I wanna help people, but first they need to help themselves.
       They need to throw away their razor, and take a good long hard
       look at those scars. Are they really helping you? Or are you
       just making the problem worse?
       I think self-harm is just disgusting when people do it for
       freaking attention. It's a different story for people with
       actual real problems, but just because your mom didn't get you
       the Barbie doll you wanted, that does not give you the reason to
       slice your flesh open and post it on tumblr.
       that's what self-harm is. mostly people begging for attention.
       #Post#: 55521--------------------------------------------------
       Re: i never really understood.
       By: puddincat Date: April 20, 2015, 10:40 pm
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       Yeah some people do it for attention.
       But even if you do only cut for attention, you're literally
       hurting yourself, and if you're willing to do that for just
       attention, something's wrong. My psych teacher said that usually
       people who take pills or cut are trying to let someone know that
       there's something else going on.
       Or maybe they are doing it for sheer attention. But there are a
       lot of people who feel ignored all the time and really do need
       people to pay attention to them. Attention is an actual human
       need; people get depressed if they receive less than eight
       positive touches a day. So someone who is deprived of kindness
       might be driven to cutting themselves in hope of getting pity.
       And sadly, you can't just tell someone who cuts to throw their
       blades away and think about why they would even do that to
       themselves. Their thoughts are distorted, and their emotions
       usually cloud their reasoning.
       And yeah, there are some people who are crazy enough to cut just
       for the heck of it, but we shouldn't just assume that about
       everyone who self-harms because there are lots of people who
       actually have reasons and need help and love.
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