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Amber's Story of Self-Injury and

a Suicide Pact

Amber, a high school junior, first cut herself one day because she was depressed and frustrated. So she grabbed a razor and cut her arm. She then put on a long-sleeve shirt to hide the cut.  Amber then began to cut herself on a regular basis.

Her parents found out about the self-injury problem when they received a call from Amber's guidance counselor who said that he had been told by another student that Amber was cutting herself. When Amber's parents confronted her about the problem, she said that she had just cut herself one time, and would never do it again.

Her parents believed her.

 

But she was actually cutting herself up to twice a day.

 

A few weeks later, Amber's mother found a note from Amber's friend in Amber's room that read, "Please don't do this anymore." Amber's mother knew what it meant. This time Amber's parents confronted Amber and told her to roll up the sleeves of her long-sleeve shirt. Her left arm was covered with cut scars.

 

Amber's parents took her to a see a doctor and got her into therapy. But she did not stop cutting herself.

 

So two months later, they brought her to an outpatient program that she went to on an ongoing basis, five days a week. After a month of the outpatient treatment, Amber returned to school. On her second day back to school, three students called her mother saying that Amber had made a suicide pact with another girl.

Amber's parents were shocked, and immediately brought Amber in for treatment.

 

They also took Amber out of school and home schooled her for the rest of the year.

 

Amber is now in a new school and has not cut herself for several months. She is still in therapy and receiving treatment.

 

Amber's story is unfortunately a very common one for young people. Self-injury is an activity that many young people use to try to stop their pain.

 

Amber was depressed and needed treatment. She received treatment but did not get better right away.

This is not a picture of Amber. We used this one to protect Amber.

She became suicidal, and had made a suicide pact with a fellow student. But, again, she was receiving treatment all along.

 

Unfortunately, everybody responds to treatment in a different way. No single treatment works for everyone. And we must be very careful to monitor people who are cutting themselves, who have depression, or who are suicidal to ensure that they actually are getting better.

Let me be very clear with this -- Just because someone is getting treatment does not mean that they are getting better. They can still die by suicide.

 

But with persistence, almost everyone will find a treatment that will work for him or her. (And keep in mind that many people get better with their first treatment.)

 

If you are cutting yourself or engaging in self-injury of any kind, please reach out for help.

 

Tell your parents or a teacher or someone you trust about what is going on. Please reach out for help. People care about you and want to help you, but cannot help you if you don't reach out.

 

You can also call the self-injury hotline at 1-800-DONTCUT (1-800-366-8288). Call now if you need to. Please. People want to help you.

 

Again, the self-injury hotline is:  1-800-DONTCUT

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Christine's Story . . .

Hi , Im Christina and i was about 11 in 6th grade and i noticed i was very depressed , and noticed that i really wanted to harm myself. My child hood i kept always thinking about it was the worst child hood ever i had to raise myself at like a infiant :/ like oh em gee so freeking young i know i get hit and i cutt everysingle night one time i hung myself and my sister walked in on me and stopped me she was crying so  then i 

went back to cutting every single night and then guess what after my cutting id bled and i put all my blond on a peice of notebook paper in my diary where i write and put my blood on and gues swhat the pageis almost filled when it gets filled i need to post a picture !

It started when I was 12. I started to get really really sad for no reason. Everyone would ask me why I was so quiet, and why I was so sad all the time. I just ignored them, I told them I didn’t know, and that was the truth. I was depressed, and even though I asked to get help, my mom said that my sister needed it more, because she was in high school and I wasn’t. I was suffering, and nobody had a clue.

 

One night I was home alone, and I went into the kitchen to get a knife. I took the knife, sharpened it, then slid it across my wrist. It felt so good for some reason. From then on, every so often I would get that knife and cut myself whenever I started feeling down and it lifted me up again. Then one day I was scraping the paint off the windows in my newly painted room, and I realized that the tool I was using had a really, really sharp razor in it. I took the razor out, and pretended like I didn’t know where it was when someone asked. I cut myself, and cut myself, and nobody noticed. In the last half year, it started to become more and more of a problem. I started to cut myself every day, more than once. I managed to mostly contain the cuts to my wrist where I could easily cover them up with bracelets, but I also carved the word “fat” onto my hip, and a line across my stomach, and on my upper arm, and on my thighs, but they weren’t deep enough to be permanent.

 

One morning I went to school and forgot to put my bracelets on… and my boyfriend saw. He asked me what happened to my wrist and I said “nothing, its not important, I’ll tell you later” He kept asking and asking and finally said “I love you and I dont like it when you cut yourself.” I fell into his arms, and started crying. I didn’t stop, I did it more. and more, and more again. Then one night I was sitting in bed thinking about how badly I wanted to cut with the sharp razors I got from smashing a shaver. I took one out of the little pink box on my window sill and pressed it deep into my arm, then slid it across really fast. I looked down and there was the deepest cut I’ve ever made and I was scared. I didn’t know what to do, so I went into my bathroom and the blood was dripping into the sink. I tried to make it stop, I didn’t want to die. but it was too deep.

 

I called my boyfriend, crying, and told him what I did and he was really mad. I promised him I would stop, I even promised myself but I was used to breaking my own promises. At that moment I felt so alone, he was more focused on me breaking my promise than wether or not I was bleeding out on my bathroom floor. I told him I would be okay, and hunng up. Loosing all that blood made me tired, so I went to bed, and thankfully, I woke up in the morning to write this.

 

I was never the skinniest person, I weigh about 135 pounds and I’m 14. I’m still depressed, and I continue having urges, but i’ve managed to fight them, especially considering my boyfriend took all of my razors and cracked them right in front of me. I got stitches on my forehead from my sister pushing me down the stairs. Burn marks on my fingers because that’s the only place where I could say that I got burned by a hair straightener, even though it was on purpose. After three years, I still have the scar from my first cut.

 

Leung Chai-yan writes “Will I bleed to death?” above a photo showing a wrist with two cuts, with the rest of the forearm submerged in what looks like bath water.

Was the death of Leung's daughter suicide or accident from cutting?

Leug, like other young people, was depressed and feeling low.  Her father was going through some trobeling times and feeling low.  Her father is the editor of a big imp0rtant news paper and there was problems, which things like this effect the family.  Something about politicks.

She was a well educated girl, had lots of friends and a very nice girl.  When they found her, she had cuts on her arms.  This time she cut too deep and she knew it. 

It was reported later that there was a second photo of her other arm with cuts on it.  It seems as though that she had been cutting, not very long and didn't mean to blead to death.

 

Others have done the same thing to themselves.  It is like rideing a motercicle, when a person thinks they have it mastered, they find out they didn't, the hard way and people have died.

 

Young people that has become involved in cutting, after a while they think they know what they are doing.  First they cut their arms, then their thys, hips and their chest or stomic.  Trying to hide the cuts from parents, friends and others.

As it has already been mentioned, a cutter will cut anywhere on their body where they can hide the scars.

 

They don't think about their future when they ask or are asked for their hand in marrage.  They are all excited about starting a family, and then a light comes on in their mind.  What will he or she say when they see those ugley scars where I cut myself?  What am I going to say to him or her?  No one knows about it but me.

 

What am I going to tell my children if they should ask the first time we go to the lake to swimm?  The Lord knows I don't want my children to do to themsleves what I did to my self.

Some Reasons Kids Give For Cutting Themselves!

1/  I’ve been self harming since I was 9. My step mother used to beat me so I thought if she saw I was already hurt she would stop because I had done her job for her. I still do it. I’m 16. 

 

2/  I don't know why I cut myself. Nothing bad even happens to me. I just feel like I have to do it and leave w scar. So many people have worse lives and I just wish I had a reason. 

3/   I cut because the physical pain takes my mind off of the mental pain.

 

4/   I cut because I love him and he loves me but he doesn't know who I am. I just want to remember that I am alive.

 

5/   I cut because I feel lonely and everyone around me ignores me.

 

6/   I cut because it gives me a sense of being in control.

 

7/   I caut because I deserve it. Because everything I do is wrong and people talk to me because they feel pity and              think I am lame. I cut because if I don't I will probably jump off a cliff.

 

8/    I cut to release the demons.

 

9/   I’ve never thought ill ever cut. I wasnt that type of person. there was this guy called daniel. he was  my  ex-best          friend’s ex. they broke up after a while. I thought he liked me. but then sh happened. he started flirting with                other girls. pics appeared of him cuddling in bed with one of them. i just couldnt handle it. It was coz of that. it          was coz he couldnt choose. 

 

10/  I cut on impulse. It could be a song that triggers it, or something I see on the internet. I cut because im                         constantly reminded of how sad I am.

 

There are many, many reasons young people give for cutting.  In our sociaty today, we adults have caused so many problems and trouble for our children and it started when we allowed the government to take over our lives. Every- thing started way back when we allowed our government to force God out of our class rooms.  We allowed them to stop the children from pledging our flag in the class room.  We allowed forenors to come into our country and set up shop.  We allowed the government to start murdering our children before they were ever born.  We have allowed the gay movement to move into the White House, into our youth programs, into our schools and teach same sex marrage is OK.  We have allowed illigal ailens to move in by the millions to take our jobs, take over our welfare, and a gay president to take office who we know nothing about.

 

These things are what is wrong with our children today and why they are cutting, drinking, using drugs, turning gay and taking their lives.

America, this is what we sat back and wached happen to our country.  It's getting to the place that preachers who stand up in their polpit and preach against same sex marrage, the gays or killing babies before they are born will be charged with hate crimes.

 

We are told that same sex marrage has no affect on children they adobt.  Take a look, what do you think.

Be aware, Satan is in the White House running our country and he will not stop until he has wiped America of the face of the earth.  He isn't a red man with horns, a pointed tail and carrying a pitch fork.  It would be nice if he did look like that, then we would be able to watch out for him.

Satan can look like a scoutmaster, teacher, preacher, a hero, a mother Treasa, president, your neighbor, Sunday School teacher or bus driver.  He doesn't care if you are elderly, middle age, young people or children.  If he can cause you problems, abuse you or take your life, he will and sit back and laugh at you. 

 

He will chock the life out of you, your children, grandchildren and think nothing about it.

Our children doesn't have a chance in life unless you, as a parent, grandparent or guardin brings them up in the way they should go and when they are old they will not depart from it.

 

If you don't already, may I suggest you and your spouse start taking them to church and Sunday School.  Mark my words, the way this world is today, it can't stand to much longer.

HELL

HEAVEN

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