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I was thinking about my own struggles with self harm today (not thinking of doing it, just thinking of the times I've done it in the past), and I found myself wondering about something.
I can recall intentionally causing myself harm as young as 2 or 3 years old. I know there are lots of types of closet doors out there, but think of the sort that both slide along a track and fold in half as you slide them open. Know what I'm talking about? Well, at 2/3 years old, I would press those closed with my palms aligned with the seams of the folding pieces so that the fleshiest parts of my palms and fingers would get pinched between the panels when the door was closed. This wasn't just a one-off curiosity thing. I did it over and over again on a regular basis for quite a long time. The goal was to feel the pain of the pinch and to create raised red lines on my fingers.
As I got a little older, I became fixated on the idea of being ill or injured. I used to pretend to have a limp. I would make casts or splints and wear them around the house. Again, this wasn't a brief little phase. I did it for years. When I was 4 and 5, one of my favourite games was "dead dog," which involved laying on my back with all 4 limbs in the air for an extended period of time. My Mom let me do this because it meant I was quiet and in one place. I used to rope my cousin and sister into "playing" with me. (Yes, I realize how hilarious it sounds, but I'm not sure whether this is silly childhood play or if it's related to the other stuff I'm talking about.)
I liked going barefoot outdoors because I like walking across hot or sharp surfaces with nothing to protect my feet. I liked having scratches and scars. If I got hurt, I hoped for a scar. I definitely tolerated pain better than most kids my age, but I would even go as far as to say I enjoyed it to some extent. I was the kid crawling on the floor through a blanket fort an hour after having fresh stitches put in my knee as a result of quite literally (and accidentally, I promise) impaling myself while playing in the forest. It didn't phase me.
I used to mildly burn myself at the fireplace in the mornings before anyone else was awake. I liked being too hot, and I liked the way mildly burned skin felt smoother. I also liked having bruises. I don't recall very many instances of intentionally causing my own bruises, but I often re-traumatized bruised skin to keep the bruise around longer or make it worse.
I was involved in sports in my preteen and early teen years, and I never stopped playing when I got injured. I've continued playing baseball and hockey after getting hit in the face with the ball/puck, and I've continued playing basket ball after breaking a finger. I've continued doing a lot of things after breaking fingers, actually, including playing on monkey bars. I'm not just talking about sitting out for a few minutes and then getting back in the game - my team mates and coaches never knew I was injured.
All of this was replaced with cutting in my late teens. I have not done any of those things since I was about 16. Even now at 25, the odd time that I relapse and hurt myself, I only cut.
The thing that has me thinking this is so odd is that while I was abused for the first 15 years of my life, self harm was not part of that abuse, and my self harm clearly started long before I was ever exposed to the idea that others do this. It was spontaneous, and it started long before Kindergarten.
Has anyone else ever heard of this? Did anyone else spontaneously self harm as a small child?
I can recall intentionally causing myself harm as young as 2 or 3 years old. I know there are lots of types of closet doors out there, but think of the sort that both slide along a track and fold in half as you slide them open. Know what I'm talking about? Well, at 2/3 years old, I would press those closed with my palms aligned with the seams of the folding pieces so that the fleshiest parts of my palms and fingers would get pinched between the panels when the door was closed. This wasn't just a one-off curiosity thing. I did it over and over again on a regular basis for quite a long time. The goal was to feel the pain of the pinch and to create raised red lines on my fingers.
As I got a little older, I became fixated on the idea of being ill or injured. I used to pretend to have a limp. I would make casts or splints and wear them around the house. Again, this wasn't a brief little phase. I did it for years. When I was 4 and 5, one of my favourite games was "dead dog," which involved laying on my back with all 4 limbs in the air for an extended period of time. My Mom let me do this because it meant I was quiet and in one place. I used to rope my cousin and sister into "playing" with me. (Yes, I realize how hilarious it sounds, but I'm not sure whether this is silly childhood play or if it's related to the other stuff I'm talking about.)
I liked going barefoot outdoors because I like walking across hot or sharp surfaces with nothing to protect my feet. I liked having scratches and scars. If I got hurt, I hoped for a scar. I definitely tolerated pain better than most kids my age, but I would even go as far as to say I enjoyed it to some extent. I was the kid crawling on the floor through a blanket fort an hour after having fresh stitches put in my knee as a result of quite literally (and accidentally, I promise) impaling myself while playing in the forest. It didn't phase me.
I used to mildly burn myself at the fireplace in the mornings before anyone else was awake. I liked being too hot, and I liked the way mildly burned skin felt smoother. I also liked having bruises. I don't recall very many instances of intentionally causing my own bruises, but I often re-traumatized bruised skin to keep the bruise around longer or make it worse.
I was involved in sports in my preteen and early teen years, and I never stopped playing when I got injured. I've continued playing baseball and hockey after getting hit in the face with the ball/puck, and I've continued playing basket ball after breaking a finger. I've continued doing a lot of things after breaking fingers, actually, including playing on monkey bars. I'm not just talking about sitting out for a few minutes and then getting back in the game - my team mates and coaches never knew I was injured.
All of this was replaced with cutting in my late teens. I have not done any of those things since I was about 16. Even now at 25, the odd time that I relapse and hurt myself, I only cut.
The thing that has me thinking this is so odd is that while I was abused for the first 15 years of my life, self harm was not part of that abuse, and my self harm clearly started long before I was ever exposed to the idea that others do this. It was spontaneous, and it started long before Kindergarten.
Has anyone else ever heard of this? Did anyone else spontaneously self harm as a small child?