I only tried once, sometime just after the abuse stopped. I took one of my dad's open razors (a blade on each edge as they were in those days, not a safety razor). I went to the local wasteland, and tried to drag it across my leg. I didn't understand why I was doing it, and that hurt more than the slight cut I made on my leg. I blamed it on bramble bushes and never tried again.
My friends wife has lots of scars on her arms where she used to cut. She doesn't do it now. She was adopted, and later abused by an 'uncle'. After I disclosed, my friend once stuck us in a room together because he thought we could help each other. We didn't have to say anything, we just sat and looked at each other, and we just knew. I am to be godfather to their beautiful daughter soon!
Best wishes ...Rik
*Never look down on anybody unless you're helping them up.
*I was seeking a way of expressing my anger - I found hope!
*There are many battles before the war is won! It can be won!