I have self harmed ever since I was little, but I didn't start seriously cutting until last fall. At that point I had about 20 semi-deep open cuts on my forearm at any given time. I told my friends because the majority of them were self harmers themselves and I tell my friends everything, but I hid it from my family because I knew it would upset them (obviously) and I didn't want to stop. They'd known about my previous self harm/suicidal tendencies, though.
Eventually my mom saw them on Christmas when I was doing her makeup and my sleeve fell, and my dad was sitting right there so they both saw at the same time. She started crying and freaked out, but they didn't really do anything to get me to stop. I still cut from time to time but its not a ritual anymore. It was more embarrassing than anything else. Cutting is pointless. It's a release at the time but its not worth it.
Eventually my mom saw them on Christmas when I was doing her makeup and my sleeve fell, and my dad was sitting right there so they both saw at the same time. She started crying and freaked out, but they didn't really do anything to get me to stop. I still cut from time to time but its not a ritual anymore. It was more embarrassing than anything else. Cutting is pointless. It's a release at the time but its not worth it.
August 1st, 2013 at 10:36pm