I am not a cutter per say but occasionally it does happen. I last cut in the summer of 2012 until last night I ran out of coping mechanisms and cut my forearm twice. I am thinking a lot about rapist, i now he is not worth even a milisecond of my time but it's getting to me. My mom found me in a distressed state on her break from work and saw me crying and bleeding, she cleaned all the blood off and promised to find me somewhere to live away from this village. I feel extremely bad for her to have to see me in that state but at the same time i'm glad she was there. I am sorry for letting you (yes you reading this) down.