Well, I broke down last Thursday and tried to cut for the first time. I've thought about it dozens of times, but this time I actually got a knife from the kitchen and held it against my legs. It was really dull though, and I was too scared to really press on it, so there aren't even any marks on me. I called my boyfriend the next day, and he made me tell his mom. His mom told his dad. They told my parents.
If anybody has considered cutting, DON'T! Not only is it a horrible, addicting habit, it's probably more trouble than it's worth. My mom was about to take me to the emergency room, but thankfully she didn't. Instead, I have to see my doctor every week and I'm no longer allowed to be alone more long periods of time. It sucks.