I was abandoned when I was a baby. I don't feel like I have huge abandonment issues, but maybe it's because I don't get close to many people. If I'm in a relationship, one of two things will happen. I will completely lose myself in my partner and when they break up with me I will probably have a major freak out. OR I if they are really into me, I just wake up one day and can no longer bear to be touched by them. I can still love them and value their friendship, but it makes me physically ill to be kissed or held romantically.
I have had ONE decent relationship in my adult life. It lasted 2 years (after 6 months, there was no physical intimacy). Otherwise, I've had a handful of very brief, very intense relationships with Narcy boys - where I get spectacularly dumped and in more than one case proceed to unleash my righteous anger on the person for setting me up to fall.

In my mid twenties, I had a relationship with a narcissistic psychopath that really did damage to my mind. It was that point that I started pulling hairs out of my legs. At first it was pulling, but it turned into picking (extracting all the ingrown hairs I've caused) and my legs are heavily scarred. It's a strange combination of self-mortification and self-soothing. I get mad at myself for whatever and attack my legs. I get upset at something, it takes my mind away for a while.
I have had several episodes of 'picking' in my life - usually spurred on by boredom and isolation - but they always stopped. I've been picking my legs on a recurrent basis for well over 10 years now, and I don't really see an end to it. I don't WANT to do it, but then again I do. Sometimes I mourn the loss of my legs (never being able to wear shorts or skirts, always having to hide) but then again I've learned to cope so well. I almost don't even care about it. I know this summer I will visit my family and they will look and tsk-tsk-tsk, but they will never confront me about it. I'm not filled with anxiety, not trying to bargain with myself that I must stop by X date so they can heal up some. Like it's part of me now, like a mole or stretch marks.
I've seen a couple of different mental health professionals and tried self help routes. The narcy psycho came back in my life a few years ago and caused a bunch of fresh wreckage, but this time I figured out what he is and what he was trying to do. All the bits and pieces of our first relationship make sense to me now - I can see how he was manipulating me and I am rather shocked to realize how eagerly I sucked up his abuse and asked for more. Then he came back into my life and within a few months I was completely back in his vortex. I can see that I have a pattern of self-devaluation. I feel that I am healing well from that toxic relationship - and I've been trying to figure out what it is in me that has made me so willing to sell myself short over and over again.
I can't decide if the self-harm is some sort of PTSD symptom or if I am BPD (maybe BPD-lite?). I value my life, I would never kill myself but I do get depressed to the point of thinking 'I can't go on'. Then my inner voice shames me for my selfishness because other people have it much worse then me

I am laid back when it comes to others, but very intense about myself. People say I work too hard. I have frequently been told that I need to 'relax' - but I can't stand the thought of NOT doing my best.
There has GOT to be something going on with me - I've been hanging around in limbo looking for a definition and explanation.
I reckon a huge part of posting this is to get my thoughts out - but if anyone has feedback or wants to discuss the finer points of self-mortification, I'd be grateful.
Cheers,
leafy