so here is an interesting thing,   I was maybe 10 years old this would have been shortly after my grandmother passed and my mom had taken to being even more of a cunt then she was previously.   I remember having an argument with her and going to my room where I had a bead necklace like a Marti gra necklace?.  it was held together with a thin metal wire.   It was broken or perhaps in a rage i broke it and i took the sharp end and dug it into my arm scratching and cutting it all to bits.  I remember later my mom asked what had happened to my arms and i told her it was the cat.  I know she knew that it wasn't but she accepted the answer anyways.    the most interesting thing about this is that at this age I had never heard of cutting or self harm etc..  we did not really watch tv so i did not learn it from television.  I just naturally had the desire to use physical pain to help manage the emotional pain and anger that i was feeling.