Why did you stop?

I stopped because my mother found out, and she thought it was her fault. Though I still hurt myself rarely, it's not enough to consider myself a cutter. She doesn't know

>>3
Do you have to cut specific, predetermined amount to consider yourself a cutter?
Why don't you just cut and hide it from her?

What is wrong with cutting besides it being a taboo?

Cutting is extremely safe compared to, for example, cigarette smoking. Cutting safely results in zero long term harm while 50% of smokers die from smoking-related causes, and even if you don't die it drastically reduces your quality of life. But since cigarettes are a billion dollar business it's completely socially acceptable to smoke 20 times a day, to smoke in public, and to smoke where children can see you smoking. Yet cutting for stress relief brands you as insane. Isn't it funny?

Not >>3 but

As a former cutter, I could always hide it. I did it in my outer thighs, and I always wondered why people did it in their arms. I never wanted any attention, I just did it for a few really really bad months I had in which it was my only relief to mental pain. It was like crying until you get exhausted but way shorter and your head didn't hurt afterwards and way way more effective.

The weird thing is that even quite a few years later, when in mental pain I always think about cutting. I've not done it again, but it appears like a reflex. I barely did it for a few months, but it sort of stays there.

>>4
I just didn't feel like I was a real cutter since I did it maybe once every few months
And I feel like I would be a terrible child of hers if I were to do it again, it's probably an irrational though, but it's how I feel

And I realize that, and it is quite funny that you're deemed as insane when there are things much worse in comparison.

>>5
I'm not really sure why I did it on my arms, it was just the first place I started, I move to my thighs, chest and shins after a while though.
It's amazing how addictive it becomes, even after weeks, months etc. of ceasing, it's still always there at the back of the mind. At least for me anyway.