I didn't tell people, except for one person. Sadly, this girl called Leigh-anne (who wants me dead, quite literally!) overheard and called her mother, who then called into the school. I was frowned upon by everyone, and since everyone found out, people started spreading rumours about me, one rumour in particular was that I was dangerous and that I shouldn't be allowed back in school. Obviously, I heard, and it hurt me that everyone thought I was crazy... I even started to believe it myself. It has been a lot worse since people found out - everyone thinks that I do it for the attention, especially my immediate family! I have been suspended from school twice over self injury, and have been isolated from normal school for 3 months because of it. I wish that nobody knew except for my friend Lucy, because Lucy has been soooo supportive.
One positive, however, is that I don't have to hide the scars, only at school which I don't usually (the blazer iriritates the new cuts) but now I have to because I carved my ex's name into my arm... Read more »
Telling now feels liberating in a sense, but also scary because I've never confronted this, I have always just accepted it as something I do when I'm stressed. But now I am beginning to wonder if there is really something wrong.
Sometimes it's easier because I feel like if I feel REALLY bad there are people that I *can* call and talk to. Usually I would just feel guilty for calling them, but I know that I can do that. But it's more difficult because I often feel like I have to almost prove myself strong enough to handle things...like they don't need to be looking out for me all the time.
It has giving me the support i need like it was so hard for me to call someone when i was gonna cut for help and then i joined an internet group and met these amazing people that i have talked to for 2 years and actually went and met 5 of them and they are awesome. One is the same age as me and we are getting an apartment together. She has stopped cutting and i call her anytime i'm upset cuz she knows exactly what i'm talking about.
My name is Gabrielle and I am twenty-eight years old. I began to self-injure at age fifteen -- so nearly thirteen years -- minus a two year period. This website was made to let self-injurers know that they are not alone and to help their friends and family learn more about self-injury and how it affects their loved one.
