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I started at 8. I'm 32 now. My dad went to work one night and was hit by a car. So badly that Mom overheard the docs making bets whether he'd live the night - they were actually exchanging money, in front of her! I was daddy's girl at the time. So I started sleeping in his bed, in his hunting cap. I...

Riley, I wish that you could just tell Mom. I know it's hard - the worry bout what she may think, but odds are your mom would want to know if her child was suffering and that's what this is: suffering in silence. If you are not ready, I understand, I've just begun telling people myself and now I can...

I speak from personal experience, like many here. It can go, the feeling of having to slice, burn, whatever your "outlet" may be. But it returns occassionally. Like it just did to me. It returned with a vengence, picking up where I left it seven years ago. I told a therapist friend that it seems lik...