Trigger alert – today’s post talks about self harm and it’s causes. If self harm is a problem for you please get help from a professional. This post describes my experiences and is in no way designed to encourage anyone else to self harm.
Just as an added note, I wrote the following post last weekend. I debated all week about whether to post it because the issue of self harm carries a huge amount of stigma. Many people know I have this problem because the scars are hard to hide, but no one (with the exception of my family and one other person) has ever raised the subject with me.
The shame and stigma attached to self harm are overwhelming at times and it is perhaps one of the hardest aspects of mental illness to discuss. Many people can not understand why you would want to harm yourself, particularly using the method I do which is cutting. The following post describes what leads to this behaviour and the biological reasons why.
(Sunday)
Today….today was unfortunately one of those days that is so common for me as a person with BPD. A day where my moods changed with speed of the wind outside, sweeping away all traces of what I felt previously and hammering me again and again with intense emotion.
This morning I woke feeling motivated. Little G went off to her father’s early, and then I got on with the washing and ate breakfast. I had decided to spend another hour or so in bed as it had been a long week and I was trying to take things easy so as not to get sick.
All morning my brain fought me. It was sunny outside and there was a war raging inside my head. One side telling me how lazy I was, and that I was wasting sunshine and time laying in bed reading. And the other side telling me I needed the rest, to give my body a chance to recharge and get ready for the next week. I recently found an article about boring self care and her drawings were the main reason I managed to stick to my guns this morning and try not to berate myself too much for resting and reading. She does cute little cartoons about the little things we can do to take care of ourselves, and today I knew that rest was what I needed. Didn’t stop my brain from trying to take over with my normal pattern of non stop activity to fill a long day by myself though.
After lunch I stopped feeling like I should do something, and started feeling like I didn’t want to do anything. This was particularly bad timing as this is when I’d actually planned to get moving and do chores and buy groceries. It took me several hours to force myself to have a shower and get lunch, put on shoes and go outside for a walk. My brain kept distracting me and I was having trouble focusing on what I should be doing. I wasn’t actually doing anything during this time except wandering around pausing and looking at all the stuff I should have been doing. The thoughts in my head about me being useless and lazy were pretty loud, and were drowning out anything much else at that point.
I finally got outside and did about half an hour’s walk. This week’s goal is to be consistent with my exercise, and try and do 20-30 minutes on 5 or more days. I walked yesterday and today so was reasonably pleased by the time I got home. Off to the supermarket and for some inexplicable reason, the person in front of me drove at 35 km/h the whole way (speed limit is 50 km/h, I normally do more like 60!). The frustration and anger that overtook me was incredible, I was imagining setting up a punching bag and slamming my fists in to it over and over. After 5 minutes I was in full blown rage mode, though my rational/logical mind kept trying to tell me I wasn’t in any hurry and that I should calm down.
Pull in to the supermarket car park and park the car in the far corner away from anyone else so I can have some deep breaths and calm down. Then on into the supermarket. After only a few minutes inside I start feeling really upset, then a sad song comes and I have tears in my eyes while I am picking out apples. After telling myself that I’m being ridiculous and have no reason for crying, I manage to pull myself together enough to continue with the shopping.
In the supermarket environment I’m overwhelmed by the number of people, the bright lights, tiredness and the music. My physical senses are often in overload in settings like that due to my autism.
My emotions have run the gauntlet from motivated to hyped up, to depressed, then to confused and distracted, happy after my walk, then tired, angry, full of rage, then to sad (complete with tears). I feel so overwhelmed by the large swings in my mood that my brain keeps trying to default to its standard method of taking the emotional pain away.
All I can think about is drinking alcohol and cutting myself. I’m severely triggered walking past the wine and beer aisles. The craving for a drink is so strong that I can’t stop myself from choosing a bottle of wine to take home, all the while knowing it is the first step on a disastrous path that only has one end.
I’m well aware of how destructive the drinking is, and how once I start drinking then what little control I have over my self harm urges subsides. This usually leaves me sitting in a pool of blood with a razor blade in my hand at some point.
I have to walk past the utility knives, don’t need those as my house is littered with them, and anyway they don’t provide the deep cuts that give me the relief. They have long since been replaced with razor blades.
I’m not buying blades today. My hands are shaking on the trolley as I walk past but I try and tell myself that if I don’t buy them then all I’ll do is drink. Unfortunately, this has not proved true in the past. I know full well how to take a razor apart when I’m drunk and in the grip of my compulsion.
In situations like this in the past I’ve gone straight home after the supermarket, opened the bottle, sat down and cried about what I’m about to do. I’m normally a spirits girl and a shot is all it takes to release the flood gates. That is when the blades come out and I promise myself it will just be one or two cuts. That I’ll see the blood and feel a bit better and then I’ll stop. However, it usually takes 8 – 10 shots with small chasers of coke before I’ve cut myself enough to be able to control it enough to stop.
It’s hard to describe the relief the cutting provides, and it can be different depending on the circumstances at the time I have the urge to self harm. For me, self harm is a compulsion. I’ve used it so many times in the past that my brain is wired up to want to complete acts of self harm to relieve my emotional pain.
Part of the reason for this is because at some stage I accidentally tapped into the brain’s ability to use it’s natural painkiller, endorphins, to relieve my emotional pain. Our human brains are wired up to sense both physical and emotional pain using the same two areas: the anterior insula and anterior cingulate cortex. When you get hurt physically, your brain registers the pain in these two areas and prompts the production of endorphins, which is the brain’s own natural morphine. Wikipedia says “The principal function of endorphins is to inhibit the transmission of pain signals; they may also produce a feeling of euphoria very similar to that produced by other opioids.[3]
Basically this means that if you cause yourself physical pain, the body produces endorphins which then act on your emotional pain as well. In terms of self harm, this is why it can be so addictive – create enough physical pain and your emotional pain will be relieved with endorphins your body has produced to get rid of physical pain. Unfortunately there is no way to stimulate an endorphin response to emotional pain without causing yourself physical pain. And it seems (though more research is being done on this) that you can not relieve emotional pain with painkillers made for physical pain.
The upshot of all this is that every time I create physical pain in response to my emotional pain, I force my body to produce endorphins which relieves both types of pain. This creates a feedback loop – emotional pain leads to physical pain which causes endorphins which relieves the pain. And every single time I use that response to my emotions, the feedback loop is reinforced, making that connection stronger and stronger. This makes the urge to harm myself become a compulsion when faced with situations that trigger overwhelming emotions.
This is not the only reason people self harm. Sometimes for me it is about punishing myself, causing myself pain because I believe I deserve it. Sometimes it is more about the scars and pain on the outside matching the black deadness you have on the inside. Often it is a combination of things – a triggering event may cause the compulsion but may also cause me shame because I’m not living up to my own expectations. I can spiral down as thoughts about what a terrible person and waste of space I am go around and around in my head.
The therapy I’m doing, which is a combination of acceptance and commitment therapy and dialectical behavioural therapy with a few other things thrown in, is teaching me to recognise my triggers, to try and prevent them, and what to do when I am in this situation. In order to remove my self harm behaviour I have to have something to replace it with. Not only do I need to recognise when I’m having thoughts that lead to overwhelm, I have to self care skills, triggers, be able to tune in to myself and my surroundings (mindfulness), and a range of coping skills to suit all sorts of situations.
So, last Sunday, despite the fact that I brought the wine, I came home and I did not drink it. I put it away at the back of the cupboard, then I ate dinner. I had forgotten to eat much during the day and it wasn’t until I did some mindfulness on the way home from the supermarket I realised I was hungry. I switched on Netflix and watched a funny movie, with my soft sensory blanket on my knee and the cat on my lap. Then I got on here and wrote about my day. I did some other writing which was a bit of homework for my therapist and finally sat down to read. Crisis averted, till next time.
You might think, reading what I did to cope with that overwhelming urge to self harm, that the things I did were nothing special so how could they possibly have helped if I was really that bad. The answer to that is two fold. One, the whole time I did the things I outlined above my body was craving endorphins. The thoughts don’t leave my mind, I just try and distract myself from acting on them. Two, it’s taken a lot (a lot a lot) of hard work over the last two years to get this far. I have crisis strategies like holding cubes of ice (either in my hands or against my arms), submerging my face in cold water, intense exercise (like short sprints), and paced breathing. But first I try distraction and soothing my senses with things I know work for me (a really good link explaining this is here.
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