Oh god where do I start. I think like almost everyone here, as a child, I was highly fascinated by the fact that I could stick a pin through my skin and not feel any pain( but only on my palms), and I would have needles just dangling from my hands, it was really fun. I also got introduced to burning myself by rubbing the point of a pen really fast on a piece of paper, and then immediately applying it to your skin. That was also fun. I also basically introduced myself to scarification before I even realized scarification was a legit practice of body modification. I hated the constant emotional pain I felt throughout my daily life in my house and I soon realized that physical pain made it better for me. I loved the physical pain, and something about watching the little blood bead around the cut made me feel so much better, even though actually drawing blood was very rare for me because I was a complete ball sack(see what I did there?) about cutting and didn’t really want to die. But I soon stopped because…hmmm well I guess I got tired of it, I don;t really know why I stopped it was so long ago. It’s funny because I still have the scars I can still see them from so many years ago…faint thin brown lines going horizontal up my arms. I recently got back into it though a couple days ago. It was either that or bash my head against something, and I have done that enough times. I still have the same feeling of release and calm. It was quite an enjoyable experience for me, despite the circumstances in which I did it, Nothing could bother me after that.
long story short I’m a masochist. HI NICE TO MEET YA!