I am putting here what I have sent to the National Inquiry into Self-Harm in Young People. They were calling for evidence from anyone at all it seems. Closing date was 31st May 2004.


My name is Laura. I first self-harmed aged 15 and am now 27 and have been free of self-harm for almost one year. I also belong to two internet support groups for people who self-injure, namely BUS which is a large international web board, and Britbus which is a smaller, invitation-only email group based in the UK. I am a forum moderator on BUS, and have served on the advisory group of Britbus. Further, I belong to a group seeking to raise awareness and understanding of self-injury and have made both individual and group efforts in that regard. The following is my individual response, although I draw on my wider knowledge of self-harm as well as my own experiences.

I'll begin by giving my "history", then talk about some of the attitudes and misconceptions about self-injury that I think need to change, and then finally I will discuss some practical ways in which I think things could be improved. In particular, and in view of the recent negative coverage of online self-harm support groups, I will discuss the BUS web board as an example of good practice.

If you have any questions or if I can assist the Inquiry in any other way, please contact me by email.

About me

I first began self-harming aged about 15, usually by biting myself to produce bruises, occasionally scalding myself. I also avoided food and exercised a lot. I didn't think of myself as "a self-harmer" back then—I'd never heard of it and didn't know that anyone else did these things. I did know about anorexia, of course, but I don't believe I was anorexic: rather, I was having suicidal thoughts and saw self-starvation as a more "acceptable" way to kill myself that would cause less pain to my family. My reasons for self-harming were to relieve feelings of guilt and worthlessness and depression. My brother had died the year before, but I didn't see that as being connected, and still don't.

I told nobody back then, and nobody noticed (nor did I want them to). When I went to university I felt a lot better, although occasionally still used bruising to get through times when I felt down. After getting my degree I became a postgraduate at another university. That's when it got worse and I began cutting myself. I vividly remember the first time: I had got home from lectures and just collapsed in my chair and sat motionless for hours, while lots of thoughts of self-hate and despair and pessimism got louder and louder in my head. Then suddenly I got up and drew my razor across my arm. A few minor cuts and I felt immediate relief, sat down at my desk and calmly began to work, writing my assignments while my left arm was outstretched on a towel to dry.

By that time I had heard of self-harm, although I didn't know anyone who did it. On realising what I had done, I was rather shocked, so when a friend I knew well came to visit me I blurted it out to him. He was sympathetic but insisted that if it happened again I must tell someone, probably my Director of Studies. It did happen again, several times, but I didn't tell him or anyone else.

At the end of that year I moved to yet another university. There was a period of two years when I was fine and had no need to self harm. Then it gradually came back; I began to cut to relieve low moods or to get through difficult social situations. When I had to go to a conference abroad I "trained myself" to cut a less visible place—this then escalated the cutting since I no longer had to worry about the scars and long sleeves. That summer I joined an internet support group, BUS, and with their advice and support decided to get help.

So, at the beginning of my 3rd year of PhD study, I told a few trusted friends (two from work and two from church) what was happening. One accompanied me to see a GP about it, and I was referred to a psychiatrist. Within four weeks I saw a consultant, who was very kind, diagnosed depression and put me on Paroxetine.

The first few weeks of that were dreadful. I cut more often and worse, finally giving up on my hope to keep my arms scar-free. I was visiting family over Christmas but told them nothing, hid my medication and self-injured in secret.

At my 2nd appointment the psychiatrist didn't ask about the cutting, just said I looked better and that the drug was working. He gave me another appointment 3 months away and said he would probably discharge me back to my GP then.

I hoped he was right, I tried very hard to make it true, but just got worse and worse and could see no hope. Saw a GP but she just said there was nothing they could do except send me to a psychologist, which I didn't want. I got more despairing and began to have suicidal thoughts. To stop those thoughts I harmed myself using another method: chemical burns. A couple of days later I decided to go and see a different doctor, who was kind. He looked at my burn and sent me to the Burns Unit at a hospital some distance away.

That was the first time I had ever shown an injury to a doctor, and it resulted in 5 days in hospital and a skin graft. I was 25. The six months that followed consisted of further such injuries as well as more minor cuts, and two suicide attempts, both by self-poisoning (not with drugs but household chemicals). I began seeing a clinical psychologist but didn't find that helpful. The SHO psychiatrist I was seeing kept increasing the Paroxetine until eventually, not because it wasn't helping but because of side-effects, he changed me to Venlafaxine.

Within a few weeks of starting the new drug I was feeling better, sleeping more and self-injuring a lot less. Two more appointments and I asked to be discharged, having only self-harmed once—minor cuts—in two months.

I continued to do well and was self-injury-free for a few more months, but then (for no reason I could see) I got worse and worse pretty rapidly. I resolved to tell my GP at the next visit, but before that came I burned myself again, badly, and had another inpatient stay and skin graft.

Fortunately this time I was referred back to both clinical psychology and psychiatry quickly. Again I didn't find the psychology helpful, but my medication was changed to Amitriptyline, which again proved effective in a matter of weeks. I was then discharged and have remained on the drug and am still self-injury free nearly one year later, now aged 27. Probably I will try to come off the Amitriptyline soon.

Attitudes and misconceptions about self-injury

I know a lot about self-injury and the stereotypes surrounding it, both from my own dealings with the system, and from BUS, which is an internet support group with several thousand members, to which I have belonged for 3 years, and helped to moderate for about one year.

Changes that could be made

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