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Saturday, 1 March 2025

WHEN & WHY IT STARTED, WITNESSING IT IN OTHERS, & HOW I CAME THROUGH IT | SELF-HARM AWARENESS DAY 2025

“Resilience isn't a single skill. It's a variety of skills and coping mechanisms. To bounce back from bumps in the road as well as failures...”

Jean Chatzky

This year, for Self-Harm Awareness Day, I thought I’d create this slightly(!) jumbled-up post and it is honestly, mostly a mess because I actually just found out it was this Awareness Day at about half three in the afternoon on the day of it! So, this post is basically full of bits and pieces about my experiences of self-harm, things related to self-harm which I’ve learnt and witnessed throughout my mental health journey, and advice I would give to someone who is utilising it as a coping skill…

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Friday, 1 March 2024

HOW TO MAINTAIN YOUR SELF-ESTEEM AFTER SELF-HARM | SELF-INJURY AWARENESS DAY 2024 | IN COLLABORATION WITH PINTEREST


To mark Self Injury Awareness Day 2024, I’ve teamed up with Pinterest to utilise their incredibly massive host of images in tackling the topic of developing and maintaining a good, positive level of self-esteem after having utilised self-harm as a coping mechanism…

This piece of advice might seem a bit surprising to be coming from me after my post a few days ago on their huge failings and my subsequent, resulting complaints against the Crisis Team (if you missed it, you can read it here). In keeping with typical I’m NOT Disordered’s fashion though, I’m going to keep this bit honest, open, and real and start this bit by saying that I 100% recognise that psychiatric services and the various professionals who can be involved in a mental health crisis, aren’t always beneficial with self-harm…

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Monday, 18 March 2019

"WE THOUGHT YOU WERE THE RINGLEADER" | MY THOUGHTS ON ENCOURAGING SELF-HARM | TW


“Do you know anyone in your town who self-harms?”

“Not in my town… nearby; why?”

“There’s a group of young girls encouraging each other to self-harm and for a while now, we’ve thought you were the ringleader!”


And that little quote, ladies and gentlemen, came from a Northumbria Police officer once he’d detained me under the Mental Capacity Act.


Now, does anyone remember #Cut4Bieber? If not (I wrote a post on it!), came off the back of a photo surfacing online of Justin Bieber taking drugs and his fans somehow interpreted it as a cause to feel hopeless and therefore a reason to self-harm. I think that when that occurred in 2013, it was the first time that I’d witnessed/experienced someone encouraging another person to do such an act.
But then as I spent more time in Hospital, I gained a whole new insight into the workings of the ward. When I was first admitted in 2012, I kept myself to myself and didn’t make the effort to get to know the other inpatients because I really didn’t think I’d be there that long (two and a half years in the end). When I realized I was in it for the long haul, I made friends with all of the girls and with one in particular. The upside to this was having someone to talk to who could identify with and understand me. The downside? I became part of the ‘club.’ Adopted the ‘us versus them’ mindset. It was this new insight that introduced me to the dark side of service user relationships with one another. Rather than supporting one another and bonding over our similar experiences and mutual thoughts, feelings, and coping mechanisms; some of the girls were encouraging one another to copy their own unsafe, and unhealthy coping skills of self-harm.

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Wednesday, 18 April 2018

STRUGGLING IN RECOVERY IS NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF | MY THOUGHTS ON MY RECENT SECTIONING


So I’ve talked recently about my mental health deterioration.

It kind of started on March 19th with an overdose (that I’ve talked about here) and ever since I’ve been under the care of the Crisis Team.

From early April I started to feel much better and began having less thoughts to overdose, with the voices quietening down and the visual hallucinations lessening. I decided that it’d be positive, and rewarding to complete my planned work for Cygnet Healthcare at their National Service User Awards 2018 (#NSUA2018 on Twitter) and made the decision to travel to Coventry for the event on April 11th.

I still wouldn’t say that was a mistake. That I got sectioned being there… it could’ve happened anywhere. At any time. If anything; I think it was probably overdue!

It’s difficult to fully talk about the situation that led to me being in A&E from the Awards, but it was basically due to a health reason and because of the result of that, my mental health deteriorated once more.
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Sunday, 11 March 2018

LET'S BE HONEST ABOUT SELF-HARM | MY THOUGHTS ON MY RECENT SELF-HARM



It's no secret that I've been having a shitty time recently...

Oh wait! 

It kind of has been...



I wouldn't say I'd made a conscious decision not to talk about it on social media or on I'm NOT Disordered; but I've definitely held myself back whenever I've automatically gone to tweet about things…



On Monday night (the 5th), I self-harmed - I paid a visit to A&E and had thirteen stitches. Just saying that sentence makes me cringe slightly. The most common question, so far, by those I’ve told; has been “why?” or “what do you think caused that?”

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Tuesday, 21 November 2017

HOW I STOPPED THINKING IN BLACK OR WHITE


I’m sure this it quite common for writers/bloggers; but I can draw inspiration for blog posts from the random of things. This post comes from a ‘challenge’ doing its rounds on Facebook. Every day for seven days, you’re meant to post a black and white photo. It can’t be of a person and you can’t explain it in the photo description/wall post. You also have to nominate someone on day one (you’ll have been nominated yourself from someone else, obviously!) to keep the challenge rolling.

Obviously, you’ve seen the title to this post I’m sure there’s no need to point it out, but the ‘black and white’ aspect of the challenge inspired me to write about black and white thinking.
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Friday, 15 April 2016

Self Harmony Hackathon 2016 | 'Ad'

Self Harmony

The wonderful Angela Slater from Time To Change, told me about a number of events etc that are coming up, and she told me of this Hackathon that she was attending in her own time. I thought it sounded really interesting. Then I thought that perhaps I should e'mail the organisers and offer my services to see if I could be of any use and attend the event in a more professional capacity. One of the organisers; Nataly, had actually met me before at another event but had lost my contact details and so, she said it was fate that I'd got in touch as she thought I'd be a 'great asset to the event.' We discussed what I could do from a Social Media Manager perspective and Nataly explained the event more clearly:

'Basically, I am on a PhD programme based in Open Lab (Newcastle Uni) in something called Digital Civics. This involves designing/creating/building technologies for the local community. I am focussing upon mental health (and self-harm more specifically). The hackathon I am organising will inform part of my MRes project. The idea is that we pull together the local community (those with mental health issues/charities/researchers/coders/tech people etc) and think of how we can create digital solutions to understanding self-harm (how can we raise awareness/destigmatise/reduce harm/emotionally support self-harmers and their social networks?etc).

Over the two days I am trying to capture as much of the event as possible - photos/video presentations/audio feedback/some interviews/evaluation forms etc. I want to do this so I can evaluate this data and look at how useful hackathons can be in bringing together the community (for example, coders and mental health professionals are unlikely to work together usually) and starting conversations about taboo topics.'

I'll be manning the event's Twitter account: https://twitter.com/selfharmony2016
In addition to my own: https://twitter.com/aimes_wilson
There'll also be some photos going up on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/aimes_wilson/
And vlogging on my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCxkWBmMgubKY3zfqH_VkZJg
All in addition to a blog post from each day right HERE!

For more information, and to see the schedule for the two day event visit here: http://self-harmony.co.uk/index.html
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Monday, 18 January 2016

10 Things You Should Know About... Self-Harm

Note: this post contains discussion of and references to self-harm
                      
1. There's so many different ways to self-harm, and lots of people think that they know this because the media and mental health organisations seem to publicise and empathise this. The usual methods of self-harm that are publicised are cutting or burning the skin, inflicting injury often by hitting or punching  yourself, abusing substances e.g. alcohol or drugs, and developing an eating disorder through starvation, purging or self-induced vomiting.
2. Sometimes, behaviours and acts that are easily assumed to be a suicide attempt could actually be a method of self-harming. Personally, I used to overdose very regular (every 3-4 days at my most poorly) and, understandably, it was often thought to be a suicide attempt. But there are so many negative things that came from overdosing that could make the overdose more obviously self-harm. For example needing injections and medication that made you feel poorly.
3. The reason why a person self-harms is obviously essential in supporting them and helping them to change this behaviour. I think that many people, professionals included, immediately ask the person why they have done what they have; in the assumption that the person can tell them the reasons. It's so easy to convince yourself that of course someone who hurts themselves will know why they're doing so. 
4. The reaction from anyone to a person who has self-harmed is crucial. If a person has felt the need to hurt themselves then the last thing that person needs is to be judged, unsupported and criticised. Personally, I felt so bad about myself; felt that I was useless, a horrible person, that I deserved everything that happened to me. And so, when professionals would judge me, accuse me of being something that I wasn't, show no concern for what I'd done and why I'd done it, I'd feel even worse. I'd be angry that the people who should help me were refusing to. That they didn't believe I could get better; I was hopeless. A lost cause. In a way, overdosing meant that I felt validated. That everything I believed of myself was true. 
5. To label a person who has self-harmed as an 'attention seeker' says more about them than it does about the person who self-harmed. Attention seeker has such a bad connotation and when you actually think about it, it shouldn't automatically be thought of as negative. If a person is exhibiting behaviours- even if it isn't self-harm, purely in the hope of getting attention, then it should be considered why this person wants attention. I'm no longer ashamed to admit that I was once labelled an attention seeker; at the end of the day, I was diagnosed with a Personality Disorder and sectioned to a hospital for years. But even still, maybe I did want attention. Maybe I did want someone to sit up and think 'something bad must've happened to her for her to do this.' 
6. There is no guaranteed way of preventing someone from self-harming. Firstly, if a person presents at A&E with bleeding arms and needing stitches, then neither sewing them up and letting them go or having them admitted to hospital, is a sure way to prevent it happening again. Sometimes, professionals appear to just 'accept' that a person is going to self-harm. Personally, I'd never needed stitches in the three years of my cutting before hospital; and so I guess it wasn't exactly dangerous. Risky perhaps - professionals always like to stress that you might cut too deep one time- but not really dangerous. I also witnessed a girl who had cut so deeply and so often that she needed plastic surgery yet the hospital staff acknowledge that no matter what they confiscated from her, she'd find a way.
7. Unlike so many aspects of mental health, knowing that you aren't alone in self-harming, isn't comforting or reassuring. Personally, I experienced this the most when I was in hospital, on the same ward for two and a half years. Inevitably, I grew to like some of the other girls (it was an all female ward) and so when I'd see them come out of the meds room with a nurse and a new, bright white bandage, it was upsetting. I began to use it to be able to empathise with those who cared about me whilst I self-harmed; especially my Mum.
8. There's so many different reasons to cause someone to stop self-harming and if you observe one stopping one person, then that doesn't mean it'll stop another. You could meet two people who cut but they could do it for completely different reasons. And those reasons will affect what it'll take to stop their self-harming. It doesn't matter what method of self-harm they use, how long it goes on for, or the physical affect it has. And no matter what it is that stops a person from self-harming, it should never be compared to what it takes for a different person.
9. It doesn't take long to discover that those who don't, and have never self-harmed, will never understand. And that's not meant as a judgement on them. It is a human's instinct to protect themselves. Whether it's the fight or flight, the aim is the same. And so, to meet someone who has completely gone against this instinct is something completely mystifying to others.
10. The knee-jerk response to a person who has self-harmed (no matter which method that has been used) is to ensure their physical health and safety. Probably in most instances, it's the most appropriate. Personally, sometimes talking things through might be the better initial reaction. There's been many times that I would've benefited more from being spoken to than I did being restrained and taken to a hospital against my will.

Please seek professional help, support and advice if you, or someone you know, is thinking about self-harming or has self-harmed.
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Sunday, 13 December 2015

When They Say They're Innocent...



What is it like when the person who made you wish you were dead, denies ever causing any harm to you?
One of the many reasons it took me so long before I disclosed what this person had done to me, was that I wouldn't be believed. I had a bad reputation and the other person was very powerful and well respected. He didn't have to tell me in his threats that I'd be labelled a liar; I knew I would.
When it finally came to disclosing what had been done to me, my entire concern was filled with fears of how the people I loved would react. How upsetting it might be for them. How angry they might be  that he'd done this to me, that I hadn't told them sooner and that it'd caused me to go to such drastic lengths to cope with and forget it. I find it so ironic that for two, almost three years I hadn't told anyone at fear of not being believed but, when I finally talked, I had no concern that I would be doubted. And I wasn't. I went through the process with the police that is largely routine when there is an accusation of such a crime.
I can't begin to explain or articulate how I felt when I was told he'd claimed to be innocent. I had all of the easily assumed thoughts and feelings; I was angry and scared that this would mean either more in depth and personal questions, or a lot of people angry with me and calling me a liar - worrying they'd never know when they could trust me. I wasn't prepared for the police's response; they told me and my mum how frustrating it was to know someone has committed a crime but being unable to prove it for lack of physical evidence. That being said, if you're ever been hurt or abused sexually, please, please, please report it ASAP, ignoring any reservations your head may conjure up. Ironic that I took so long to report the abuse at fear of being doubted, and because of that, my claims couldn't be proven. (This bloddy post is full of irony at it's worst!)
The police also revealed that during their investigations, they'd obviously spoken to people who'd been within the vacinity (this is so hard to write without disclosing too much!) during the abuse and they'd all admitted that although they'd never witnessed the crimes, hearing my claim meant that a lot of things made sense and that they weren't surprised to hear my claim; they could believe he'd do such a thing. Surprisingly, this meant more to me than I'd imagine any prison sentence ever would.
I think that the worst part of him claiming to be innocent was that I interpreted this as what happened between us had absolutely no importance to him. No affect on him. Wasn't memorable. It meant nothing.
At this point, I'd just like to say that I realise there are different situations or types of abuse which may cause mental health problems or have a life changing affect that can result in the person to blame denying responsibility. This, is my experience. But I'd imagine there'll be some sort of similarities in your thoughts and feelings in such a situation. It's probably common that in such a situation, there'll be a negative, detrimental effect on your life/mental health. But it's important to keep things in perspective; your abuser etc denying things will not change the fact that it did happen and the effect it had on you. It's understandable for the claim of innocence to upset you and for there to be a period of time that it'll take for you to come to terms with it. You will though; eventually, you will. If I managed to survive the sexual abuse and everything I'd subsequently done to my body then I'll be damned that his cowardliness would destroy me. And that's how you have to think about it.
I guess, I just want you all to know that whatever thoughts or feelings you have in such a situation, they're normal. And you're allowed to feel them. And, you aren't alone (sad thought, but true). I guarantee there's another person somewhere in the world in the same predicament and having the same thoughts and emotions. For you to feel your feelings makes you so much more brave than the person who can't even accept responsibility for their actions.


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Saturday, 5 December 2015

Can being treat for an overdose do more harm?

This title will no doubt cause a knee-jerk response of 'no!' And possibly a few 'how could she even ask?!' But stay with me guys...
When I first got poorly (mentally), everyone was concerned. The first two times I overdosed, I was sectioned. The second, in a dramatic fashion that involved six police, leg restraints and sedation. People were worried. Scared. They cared.
I couldn't pin point exactly when that stopped happening, but I'd guess that it was probably around the tenth or fifteenth overdose (my notes show I've taken over 70 since 2009). After ruling out psychosis, inpatient mental health cared less. After causing scene after scene in A&E, hospital staff cared less. After going AWOL every chance I got, police cared less. I understood. I wasn't a nice person during those years. I didn't understand what was happening to me so, because I couldn't explain why I'd do the things I'd do, I allowed professionals to assume. And the majority of assumptions were that I did what I did for attention. But looking back, yes. Yes, I wanted attention. I wanted people to pay attention to my hurt and my anger and realise it wasn't aimed at them. I wanted someone - anyone, to pay attention to what had happened to me. But my feelings around my trauma: that I was to blame, was intensified by the new attitude of professionals. I felt that I deserved to be treat that way and to punish myself, I hurt myself. It was a hellish cycle. I can't help but wonder whether if staff had continued to treat me with the same original care and attitude, if the self-harm would have continued for so long and escalated to the point it did...
The reason this is on my mind?
Back in September, my psychosis escalated and I took an overdose. A senior Consultant in A&E became involved when I was struggling to accept help. He was abrupt and cold and although it put me on edge, I understood it was probably his demeanour and had nothing to do with his attitude towards mental health or what I'd done. When the little smart arse remarks began, I started to doubt myself. When it got to the point that I found myself wanting to be out of the hospital in order to be away from him, I knew he'd made things worse. And after restraining me so hard that he left fingerprint bruises and then slapping a Doctor on the back for 'filling my head with lies' I really... Lost my shit! In restraint, I was close to kicking out. When he tried to enter my room, after, I kept the door shut. I then requested that he not return to my room. And when he ignored my request, I confronted him about his attitude, comments and hitting the other doctor and was surprised that he admitted to everything. In front of a healthcare assistant. I cried because I felt that the feelings of uncontrollable aggression and anger were part of the Old Aimee. I'd always told myself that even if I was still self-harming, at least I wasn't treating professionals the way I used to. I was sad to feel that this one Doctor had set me back.
If I'd had the Consultant who took over in the morning that entire time, I'm sure that things would've gone differently.
And this, is my point; if professionals treat you so badly when all you need is their help and support then how could this possibly aid recovery? For me, each incident with staff was just added to my collection of bad memories that rapidly grew after each hospitalisation.
It's no secret that mental health service users have sometimes been known to self harm or succeed in suicide because of the way they have been treat by professionals. So how can you be sure that admitting someone to hospital or having police involvement will not worsen the persons mental health?


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Wednesday, 2 September 2015

If Memories Don't Go Away, How Can You Ever Get Better?

TW: I'll be using vocabulary that may trigger


                       



Once something has happened, you can't make it un-happen. That's it. And this bodes true for good things, although I doubt that's something you'd want to take back. Sometimes you do forget these things - even the bad ones. 
Not sexual abuse though. Or rape. No one tends to forget these things. Even if they have a positive affect on a person's life e.g. inspire them to enter into a particular career or take a particular life path that leads to success. More often than not, this isn't the result of such traumas.
Through lack of media publicity and sexual education classes, I had no idea that I was being 'groomed', 'sexually abused' and then 'raped.' I knew it hurt. In every way possible. It hurt. And I knew that the memories he'd given me had the potential to be fatal. They could kill me. Or, as some would say, my reaction to them could kill me. I have finally found my fight against this. So what that some are raped and go on to become High Court Judges that regularly sentence rapists. That's their reaction. They haven't had my trauma. No one has. 
And I haven't 'chosen' to react in the way that I have. I tried all sorts of ways to cope and self-harming was the only method to have a lasting affect. It made me feel better for longer than alcohol or starving myself ever did. I shouldn't have been put in a position where I've needed to rely on such coping mechanisms. And why, eight years after my trauma, am I still cutting myself and feeling suicidal? Because you can't make it un-happen. Because eight years later I can still remember what was done to me. And it's safe to say that will never change. So how can I possibly get better? Why would I ever stop hurting myself? 
Because life goes on. It has to. And as long as I have longer periods of time where I'm living and loving life, accepting opportunities, achieving and safe, then for now, that's fine by me. Because right now, at this point in my life/recovery, the memories are still potentially fatal. And all I can do is try my best to stop it happening or - at worst - delay it for as long as possible.



And why am I still in recovery when I have three new stitches in my leg? Because I tried to stop it happening, I got help when it did, I regretted it and I've learnt from it. 
When I felt more when I cut my leg than I did when I reached 100k, regardless of how my social media may portray this, it made me angry. Angry at HIM. I'm always angry with him. And this is what I've learnt from the stitches: him reading on here that I've cut so bad I needed stitches is not the best revenge. The best revenge is for him to read about me in the newspaper, see me on TV, or hear me on the radio talking about my recovery and successful blog with all of the opportunities it has given me. 
So let's start doing this: say a massive "fuck you" to whoever hurt you. Your smile really is the best revenge. 
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