A cry for help

Copyright, Steve

Until recently, I just thought self-injury was just another way to pass the time. My favorite self-injury technique was laying a common garden rake face-up on the ground and stomping on the tangs as hard as I could, driving the handle into my forehead. I did this repeatedly in a variety of locations, but my favorite places were the front of the delinquent payment line at the power company and between the ATM’s at the Bank Of America at five o’clock on Friday. On average, I could only do it eight or nine times before I collapsed in a heap; and I was always amazed that someone didn’t try to stop me. I guess people are really jerks or just really starved for entertainment. But since I have found that treatment and support groups are available, I am even more amazed that nobody bothers to stop me.


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