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Hello My name is Meg I have BDD, OCD, and anxiety. My BDD started at age 10 with a hair obsession. I used to walk a certain way so my hair would not move I also carried a brush every where I went just in case the wind blew my hair and I could fix it. I also remember sitting in font of the mirror for hours at a time trying to get my hair just perfect. Allot of times I stayed homebound because I was afraid people would look at me out in public and think about how awful my hair looked. If my hair was not just right I would refuse to leave the house. I got over this at age 11 1/2 after having my first perm. About 4 months after my perm I started to have a hair obsession a gain but was not as bad. The next school year I was 12 I got harassed really bad all that year...even though I had the hair obsession I still felt good about the rest of my looks. After a whole school year of being called ugly, and had other things happen to me I started to feel bad about my looks that spring. One morning I woke up and looked in the mirror and saw my nose was giant and clownish looking and one eye was bigger then the other. None of my friends and family felt I looked like that though. After 3 weeks of seeing this I started to have serious break downs. Soon enough my parents took me to a therapist and she thought I did not look like what I was describing so I got diagnosed with BDD. All through ages 12, 13 I got harassed severely at school making me worse. I wore allot of makeup to hide my looks and I constantly spent times at mirrors obsessing over myself. I later moved to a new town, but could not even go to a new school because my anxiety was so severe. I stayed home schooled for three years, and am now 17 and in high school! I still have to work on my BDD (which is on a scale of (1-10), a 5, and my OCD that I consider pretty severe!

Hi everyone my name is May, Im 18 yars old and live in London(UK). ever since I can remember I have always been bullied, teased, picked on and called names all through my school life. This did not stop from the moment I was old enough to realise and from the moment I stepped out of those school gates forever in July. I was called every name you could think of, beat up, had things thrown at me, inlcuding mud, bottles, toilet paper and stones. When I moved up to secondary school things went from terrible to unbearable. I was completely outcast and I had a group of girls who would always follow me around and terrorise me for no reason. I had eggs thrown over me at one time. I was completely alone, I wanted to die. I was heckled in the school corridors, classrooms, and even outside school becuase the bullies lived near me. When I went to college things seemed to get better if only a little. On my first day nobody would sit near me and a group of boys on the other side of the room starting jeering at me and making jokes about me, causing the whole class to join in. It still upsets me to think about it.

Ive never had a proper freind in all my life. I feel completely ugly and self concious all the time, I can't talk to people, I hardly ever leave the house and a I dropped out of university last month. I self harm using razorblades. I hate myself almost as much as I hate those people that made my life hell during what was supposed to be the best time of my life. I missed out on my teenage years and I will never get them back. Becuase I lack friends I devote my time to my animals including my dogs, horses, guinea pigs, hamsters and rabbits, which is very sad and pathetic.

I have never given anyone a reason to hate me and make my life utter misery. I am a nice girl, maybe thats my problem.

Thanks for reading,

May

hi everone my name is rita im a self injuryer cutting it started 4 year ago and now i cant stop i start to cut cuz it was all to much i was mulsted by1mystep father from the age of 7 to 14 and he still lives with me.im 17 be 18 on the 28 thats my story

Hi, I am Mandea. My story, erm.. yeah, it's scary. I was born in 1992 at St.Charlse hospital in a small town in Oregon. And went home with my mother and father the next day. We were happy, for a while. My mom started doing drugs in '94 just before my second birthday and just after the birth of my first brother Caleb. Needless to say she left our small town in order to find drugs. She stayed away for a year or so until she'd gotten cleaned up. 7 months later yet another boy was born to us. His name was Benjamin, after Ben was born My mom and dad were on drugs AGAIN only this time, they stayed around, abusing us. A year after Ben was born a 16 year old boy I was calling "friend" molested me. I still have flash backs, and I remember it clearly as though it happened yesterday. My mom told me I deserved it and for years I believed her. She forgot about me for the most part, I spent alot of time with my only friend Casey or my newborn brother Nicodemus. When I was 7 she left just having had my sister Faith, not much later my dad was gone too. We lived with our grandparents for three years until I found out that my dad was in drug rehab. I was 10 at that time. Around then I started going to a church youth group I was invited to. I fell in love with a boy named Jake three years later and two months ago he died. Soon my dad was out of . I started building a relationship with him and today we are close and live in Kentucky together with Ben and Caleb. Nick and Faith Live with our mom and are still in Oregon. A year ago I attempted suicide and since then I have wanted very badly to try again. Whatever's holding me back, i don't know. I cut and burn. I started smoking a month ago and my dad thinks I quit, so yeah. That's me.