Well, since I was about 14 anyway. I started self harming as a teenager, had counselling which I found really helpful and stopped self harming. I then started exercising like a maniac and not eating for days. After friends and family became concerned about my weight loss I started eating again but started drinking everyday instead. After about 2 years of this I realised I was drinking too much and stopped and became pretty much tee total. I started exercising again, dislocated my knee and ended up spending the next 4 years secretly addicted to codeine. I get help with this when I fell pregnant with dc1, stopped the codeine entirely but started self harming again. I knew I couldn’t hide cuts so I used to hit my legs with sticks (yes, I realise this is completely mental). Whenever I manage to stop hurting myself I start drinking to distract myself instead.
My marriage broke down at the end of last year and my New Years resolution this year was to stop the self harm and drinking. I saw my GP, told her everything and she put me on Sertraline and a waiting list for counselling. Due to CV I haven’t had any counselling yet but I thought the Sertraline was helping and I hadn’t hurt myself and been feeling really proud of myself for not drinking either and just about coping with everything.
Except I’ve realised I’ve been completely lying to myself. I go sea swimming and have been deliberating swimming across rocks covered in barnacles which has been ripping my legs to shreds. I only realised that I’ve been doing it on purpose when I actually looked at the state of myself when I got out of the sea. My legs are just completely covered in scratches and cuts that I’ve managed to give myself over the last few months. I didn’t even realise I was doing it deliberately.
I feel like such a complete wreck. I don’t know why I do it. I can’t tell anyone in really life because it just sounds completely mad. From the outside I come across as a completely normal person. I don’t think anyone at all has any idea that I’ve been doing this for the last 20 years. I think my ex husband knew deep down but either didn’t care about it or just thought it better not to ask.
I don’t know what to do. I thought I was doing really well but I’ve even convinced myself that I haven’t been doing it.
Has anyone managed to stop doing shit like this or know anyone that has? How do I stop? I don’t know if I just get obsessed with stuff or if I’m genuinely just a bit mad. Even just writing this out I can see how nuts I sound.
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I’ve just realised I’ve been an addict my entire life
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GoneAndDoneItAgainAgain · 02/09/2020 23:16
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