so i started cutting when i was 12 and i hadnt cut in about 2 years but the shit has been really hitting the fan lately and i was having a huge stressout and then i played really badly (sports are my redeeming quality and my source of confidence) so i was all upset and starting to cry. I ended up BAWLING in the locker room and i hate crying so when i got outside and realized i had to drive my dad home i was rather annoyed but we get along well now so whatever, right? WRONG. he thought i was just crying about the game and said i didnt handle it well and just started yelling in the car and wouldnt stop and i was so upset that before i knew it i had pulled a chuck of skin out of my hand from the nervous digging i used to do. i was pretty annoyed. (not judging anyone since i was/am in the same boat) but i now catagorize cutting as a filthy bad habit and try to refrain from it. I was just mad that i had lost control.