When i was a very young child, my father taught and forced me to cut myself as a form of shaming torment, and by the time I was 11 or 12, I had begun initiating and engaging in this behaviour of my own accord. Strangely, initiating the very same behaviour he forced me to undertake was a form of control seeking on my part, an attempt to take control of the thing he controlled so ruthlessly... a thin, muted form of defiance I suppose.
Sadly, part of his twisted strategy was to force me to cut, and then to viciously punish me for it as though it was all my own doing and an act of greatest shame and defiance... and so I came to internalise a truly convaluted, deeply tormented mix of both feelings in relation to self harming.
By late adolescence, I had learned to control the urges for the most part, suppressing them for a number of years as part of a whole series of unyielding behavioural controls in my life, and then ultimately actually not even experiencing the urges for a number of years. Even when I first became sick at age 28, I rarely if ever felt the strong urge to cut...
Until I started intensive trauma work just recently, and holy heck... the urges returned with shattering force and have tormented me terribly ever since.
Thanks in part to the re-emergence of these urges, we have had to abandon trauma work in search of some greater coping and stabilisation tools for a while, which feels like a therapeutic step backwards, but which I know I must hold onto as a necessary deviation to shore up a wall of resistance that I thought was strong enough... but isn't, not yet.
Self harm had always been a source of greatest, greatest shame to me, one of the last frontiers in terms of things I could not talk about with my therapist for a long long time. His validation and calm, nondramatic acceptance of where I'm at has gone a long way to allowing me to confront this behaviour for what it is. Part of how I stay accountable to being safe is to give him an undertaking that I will always tell him if I do it, or if and when and in what ways the urges are bad. Staying loyal to this promise has really helped me to create some boundaries and to feel more in control of keeping myself safe.
It's hard... harder than I want to admit right now. But I'm working on it...