I used to cut my wrists, I have only done it twice since I been going out with kevin cuz alot of my depression went away, since I moved out my moms, and I left school... But I havent cut myself in over a year. I used to do it cuz I would get so angry at myself and it was almost like a form of disaplining myself, but kinda like cutting out the bad at the same time... I guess it was also kinda practice cuts, til I got the guts to actually do it to kill myself, and I would hope that one time I would accidently slice too deep and I would just slowly bleed to death in my bedroom. My mom found out about it and told my therapist I was seeing at the time because of my bad grades... She never really helped me, except to get on some drugs that I just started to abuse... I never got put away for cutting myself, and my therapist knew about it and would check my wrists when I went and would just talk to me about it, it would make me feel better talking about it and then she would talk to my mom about how they could make it better, like removing my verbaly abusive stepdad from the picture, or at least being able to make it so he couldnt even talk to me, and that I wouldnt get grounded for such long times and everything.