Well, most people have no clue I self injure. The only ones who know are my family, my boyfriend, and maybe like two other people. I choose not to really tell anyone because I believe they will think I am crazy or weird....just some psycho. I do not trust anyone with my secret. When my mom first found out right before I went to outpatient treatment at a hospital, I heard her talking on the phone saying, "Oh, maybe she is just crazy!" and "Who knows if she is even telling the truth. She could be lying for attention". It really hurt to hear this from my own mother. It makes me want to be closed off even more because I just do not think people understand. They just judge me. It is hard for me to trust anyone because most people have screwed me over. I wish people were more understanding and aware of self injury.
I've always been ashamed to tell people about cutting myself, so when I started to get positive and supportive reactions from people, I was really confused.
It started with my significant other. She supported me and would talk about it openly with me. She didn't feel that there was anything wrong with cutting myself. We even explored alternatives together, like using red paint on my arms, and encouraging me to draw what I wanted to do as an option to actually doing it. All that said, she was also there to help with the underlying cause of my cutting, my depression. She encouraged me to get help from my doctor and therapists, and she even brought me to the hospital when I knew I needed to go. I used to think she was off her rocker and that she was wrong to support my cutting, however I'm starting to change my mind after a discussion with my therapist. Read more »
Wen my mum found me about to self harm she broke down and cried wanted to no why i was doin that to myself and loads more. She told every1 that i was self harming and that was just not wot i wanted or needed. It was not a gud tym.
My parents were angry when they found out about my SI and they blamed it all on me. My relationship with them is a little strained nowadays, mostly because they don't know how to deal with all this. Sometimes I feel angry at them for it, other times I just pity them.
Some family members were shocked when they found out and they still have a hard time coming to terms with it. Even though they feel guilty for not seeing the signs, I'm still happy I've got them by my side trying to help me get out of this vicious cycle. I'll need all the support I can get.
