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I had a perfect life all the way up until I turned 5... That's when my life started falling apart, my family started to not care about me anymore and would always push me away. I felt so unloved. When I turn 6, my uncle started to touch me. I didn't know what to do and was so scared to tell anyone. One day he raped me and it just got worse and worse each time. It continued until I turned 8 and then I told my mom. She didn't believe me tho, no one did. My uncle got scared so he stopped but he still touched me. I was still 8 when I started getting bullied. At first it didn't bother me, I would laugh with the kids so it wouldn't hurt as bad. But when I turned 9 it started to effect me and that's when I made my first cut. I used a sharp piece of plastic, not knowing how bad it would make my life, I was sad and angry and mostly I was bored. So I scratched my skin and then I liked the feeling so I done it again, this time actually breaking skin. I fell in love with the feeling. When I turned 12 my mom started beating me and started hating my guts. So I started using a knife. And till this day I haven't stopped cutting, I'm now 15 still getting bullied, touched, and hit... I've been trying to stop cutting but, I can't...