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First only two people understood me, because they did the same. My father said nothing at all, he was too shocked, and I felt very stupid and was afraid. My mother was also shocked, she asked me why I did this and was allways in worry because of me. \n\nMy schoolmate hoped it would be some kind of phase I was going through. The man in Tunesia told me to stop it and that it was stupid. But I hadn't expected him to understand anything. He just wanted to fuck me, and I didn't care. Maybe he also hoped to get a european, rich wife when I was older. (I'm no rassist, but it was that way)\n\nThe boy I was in love with told me to go into therapy and that he couldn't help me (he studies psychology). The boyfriend I had also told me to stop that, that he loved and needed me, and he slapped my face once because he had discovered new wounds.\nSince december I'm together with my boyfriend, who was the first man who ever understood me. I didn't really have to tell him, when I began to tell him about it, he allready knew. He loves me as I am, since the first day, and that was it what I needed. Since the first day I didn't cut myself anymore.