tw for s/h mention, im asking a question abt it below cut
is it considered self-harm to punch yourself? or to scratch at your arms (sometimes to the point of bleeding or those little red scratches that dont go away for a few days)?
ive never cut, im incredibly scared of sharp objects since i accidentally sliced my finger on glass a few years ago.
but ive been told that it is and that it isnt
whenever i get really stressed and upset with myself ill punch myself as hard as i can, usually in the arms or sometimes in the head. usually i have lots of bruises on my upper arms, which is another reason i prefer hoodies so much because they fully cover the bruises that i hate trying to explain.
its not just if im mad at myself but usually thats the only time when im so genuinely upset i do that, but occasionally itll happen for othe reasons. when a kid in pit orchestra with me was being an asshole as per usual and a few of them wouldnt stop playing with my instruments i went to the percussion closet to grab the woodblock and just stood there hitting myself and about to cry from the fury and the pain, i was so upset. i was a bit dizzy when i came out from hitting my head but mostly my arms just hurt so bad that it took my mind off of being upset.
the scratching is whenever im stressed, angry, upset, scared, ect. basically any negative emotion causes me to do that to take my mind off of it.
is this considered self harm?? and how do i stop doing this please. ive tried punching pillows or stuffed animals but it doesnt do anything.
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spooky month characters walk in on y/n who selfharms
characters: kevin, radford, streber, rick
content warnings: self harm, blades, mentions of suicidal thoughts
notes: these headcanons are not intended to romanticize or make light of a serious issue, the goal of this writing is to discourage said actions and encourage those whom are dealing with these things to get help. if you or a loved one is dealing with the things mentioned in text, please reach out to someone you trust. you are loved.
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kevin
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You’ve been working at the Candy store for a while now, you were just having a really bad day.
Kevin creaked open the back door of the candy store, clearly exhausted; asking for some help cleaning up the store before his shift ended.
He stopped in his tracks once he got a good look at you, realizing you were bleeding out.
“ … Y/N?! what are you doING- I– “
He could barely comprehend what was happening at first. He stood there in shock for a moment, completely frozen in place seeing you like that.
Once he took it in, He panicked. Kevin would stumble up to you and grab you by the hands; trying to stop you from causing any more harm to yourself. He didn’t at all realize that you were feeling like this, a part of him couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault for not being considerate. He couldn’t help but feel anger, not at you but at whatever was making you feel so horrible.
“ shitshitshitshIT.. “
He’d cuss under his breath, trying to keep any blood from getting on him. It clearly hurt him a lot to see you doing this to yourself, just holding your hands; even shaking a little.
He’d just question why, why did you do this to yourself? He understood to a degree however, he himself has had self destructive thoughts even if he never acted on them; especially to the degree of self harm. He was painfully unlucky, especially with Skid and Pump. But he just wished he could’ve stopped this before it started happening.
Kevin stayed for extra time to clean up the blood stains on the floor as well as your arms.
From then onward he said his sarcastic remarks and offhand comments less around you; wanting to be more respectful and considerate now that he knew what you were dealing with.
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radford
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“ I’m ready for the movie! I’ve got some popcorn and everything. “
He barged into your room holding a bag of freshly popped popcorn, a grin on his face; excited for the movie you planned to watch together at your house. The harsh realization of what he walked in on was enough for him to drop the popcorn all over the floor; his grin wiped from his face entirely.
“ …Dude… “
He went really quiet, He seemed heartbroken. He sat right next to you, you tried to cover your arms, but Radford already saw everything.
He took off his glasses, he could see without them; yet his vision was blurry with further objects. He looked at your arm, a big frown on his face. He tried to reach out to it but backed his hand away, not wanting to risk agitating your wounds.
“ How long have you been doing this? Have you told anyone? “
He seemed genuinely concerned, asking question after question to make sure he could help you the best he could. He just had no idea what to do. He wanted you to be happy.. You aren’t his first friend who's self harmed, but he never saw it firsthand and never really prepared to. He just stood by your side and made sure you were safe.
“ You can .. talk to me, y’know? You’re safe here.. “
He’d stick by his friends' sides for anything. He’s helped Kevin and Rick through a lot of things, and he was fully prepared to try his best to help you.
He treated you around the same as before afterwards, yet took your mental health into account and kept it in mind in your interactions.
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streber
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Streber let out a huge gasp at first, springing to you and holding you close, absolutely distraught to see you in so much pain. He didn’t realize it was self harm at first, just seeing you in distress was enough to bring him to this point.
“ Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY!? I’M SO SORRY I WASN’T HERE SOONER! OHMYGOD– “
He trailed off when he noticed the blade you were holding, gazing from it then to you.
“ Wait. Are you.. You’re hurting yourself, aren’t you? “
“ I’m sorry, Streber..”
His entire dramatic persona dropped for a second. He was naturally an exaggerated person, but certain topics brought him back down to earth for a moment.
The next thing you knew, Streber began to cry. He was a very emotionally driven, and finding out you were hurting yourself? That definitely was enough to cause him to break. It just made him so distraught to imagine you doing that, he couldn’t handle it anymore.
He yanked you into a hug, weeping into your shoulder. You tried not to stain his shirt with your blood, Streber didn’t seem to care. He loved you, he could put up with a little blood. He wished he could take all of those awful thoughts away from you, he’d take them on himself if it meant he could rid you of them.
From then on he always tried to check up on how you were doing more often, wanting to make sure you were safe and taking care of yourself.
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rick
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You were silently crying in your apartment room, only to hear your door slowly crack open; to be met with your current roommate Rick.
I headcanon that Rick himself has had a history with suicidal thoughts and self harm, so if anyone can relate to how your feeling; its him.
He wouldn’t say a word, just observing you at first; keeping his blank facial expression with no sign of any emotion. However deep down he just took this situation very seriously, he didn’t want to alarm you or make things worse with excess reaction.
You watched him right back, trying to catch your breath; yet you didn’t feel it was any use hiding yourself near him.
He took the knife from you, stoic as before. Then leaving the room, returning soon after with some plaster bandages and other medical supplies; having put on gloves to avoid contaminating the wounded area.
Rick patiently cleaned your injuries then wrapped the bandaging around them, taking time with every swerve to not risk hurting you any further.
He placed a hand on your back in case you needed extra support once he completed, just staying present near you.
Rick didn’t think he was good at consoling people, but he knew it was unsafe to leave you alone like that for very long.
“ I get how you feel. “
You were still sniffling and he could see it, he’d rub your back up and down and pulled you a little closer.
From that day onward, Rick was able to understand you a little more. He wasn’t one to do or say very much but he tried to show his support in you improving; he knows for a fact that self harm isn’t worth it and that you deserve to get better, even if it's rare for him to say that out loud through his usual pessimism.
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