This is another interesting topic. There are various ways of self harm. Through my experiences, some personal some through others, I have heard of some very crazy (no offense) stuff that people do to themselves. Some things are not really self harm, but more self destructive behavior.
Some destructive behavior is things such as irresponsible unprotected sex (I am not going to preach here). If someone chooses to have sex they need to be responsible and use a condom or don’t play at all. This of course can lead to unplanned or wanted pregnancies or diseases and bad reputations. In addition this also can have ripple effects such as children that are not wanted having problems through life.
Drug use and drinking is also self destructive behavior. I don’t believe personally in taking drugs. As a part Native American I do realize that some drugs are natural and used ritually. I don’t think most people will go nuts smoking a joint or two. I don’t but I try not to judge. It does have a reputation for leading to harder drugs that cause serious damage like meth, coke, and smack. I cannot count the number of lives that I have seen destroyed over drugs. I know people who have lost every thing due to dope like their friends their family and even their lives. Drinking can do the same. I should say drinking in excess. There is nothing wrong with the occasional shot of Jim Bean or a bottle of Coors light, but too many people let that demon rum take them over. It is a disease and some people can’t stop.
I have never shared this before. This happened to a good friend of mine. He and I were kind of thugs when we were young. We were always in trouble at school bad grades and the like. Fights underage drinking and just about any other vice you can think of. I got my act together by my parents (mostly dad who made me look like a midget) interceding. My friend just had his mother and he walked all over her. He really did not show her any respect. His family moved from right down the street from me and he changed high schools. I know we make our own choices, but my mom and late father said that was probably the best think for me. I got into playing football and started getting good grades. I received academic and football scholarships (until transferring and getting into rodeo. That is another article though). My buddy took a different path. He was involved in drugs. Not just using but also selling. He also went through I don’t know how many women. I don’t even know if he has any kids he does not know about. It is quite possible. What makes this story sad is that when we were both 19 things changed. I was out in the mid-west playing ball. He started to clean up his act. He did not stop the drinking or drugs, but really cut down. He also was going to school for computers and finally apologized to his mother for how he had treated her all those years. One night a party happened. He asked me to go with him. I had a date and was going to break it to go party with my buddy. At the time since I was very inexperienced with the opposite sex he said I needed to get out and date. When I got home that night I was informed that my best friend since I was seven years old was dead. HE WAS 19 YEARS OLD. He got some coke that was mixed with other stuff and was too strong and his heart could not take it. I blamed myself for a bit. I thought maybe if I had gone with him he would not have done that since he knew I was not into it. Going to his funeral at the time was the hardest thing I ever had to do until my father’s funeral. I can’t forget looking at him in the coffin and thinking what a waste. My mother and dad could only think that God is was not me. They said often it could have been me just as easily if I had not changed my ways.
This is probably one of the worst examples of self destructive behavior that I ever heard and such a waste of a good person (he really was in his own way; just misguided he even quit selling dope). He was the kind of friend most people never meet. He was the kind of guy that would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.