More years ago than I might care to admit to, a fellow remarked, in an off-hand manner, that often people cut not to inflict pain, but to let the pain out. For me, that is a deep truth.
My diagnosis, two years ago, induced in me a profound sense of pain and hopelessness. Much to my horror, I was compelled to cut myself. A practice I thought I left behind thirty years ago. Trying to deal with the nebulous issues of Asperger's and the resulting pain seemed too much. The cut, the blood, was tangible, easily understood: there was a cause and an effect. Although I have long given up the practice, I do remember that Roman Catholics declared a sacrament to be an outward sign of an inward grace. By that measure, cutting (or any other self-injuring behaviour) is an outward sign of an inward turmoil.
After some months of this had gone by, I got a branding on my arm: a question mark. It seemed appropriate at the time. "It seemed appropriate at the time" is something I say a lot. After the branding, I have had not the slightest desire to cut myself.