Last evening she used a razor (supplied by an 8th grader at school). I was alone with her and she went to her room, came down screaming about blood being everywhere. It was a frighteningly deep gash on the back of her forearm which required ten stitches. We spent the night in the ER because the hospital wanted to evaluate her mental state. She will be attending a day program in a psychiatric-hospital and coming home at night. difficult child 1 went through her room and found that she has been making webcams about her cutting and posting them to other cutters. I just got quite an education, there is a group of like minded kids who communicate by posting notes via webcams. They give each other advice about how to do it. Some support group! She had recently told her father that she was depressed and needed help. He had a call into a local therapist but she did this first. At this point in my life, I feel like adoption has been a curse.