[female, age 22, began to SI at age 15, college]
By Draco Malfoy,
My dad never mentioned it, until I got my tattoo on my arm. He said, “You realize you’re going to have to wear long sleeves for the rest of your professional life.” I said, “I already have to, it’s not a problem.” He asked, “Why do you have to wear long sleeves?” I said, “You know why, don’t ask.” “I want to hear you say it,” he said. “Because of the scars.” I said. He said, “Scars from what?” (persistent devil, isn’t he?) “You know from what.” “I want to hear you say it.” “BECAUSE I CUT MY ARMS UP WITH RAZOR BLADES AND MY ARM IS COVERED IN SCARS.” He got quiet, and I was sobbing on the phone (he lives in Colorado). “I’m sorry” he said. “I just needed to hear you say it.” Everyone else I know, never knew me before I started cutting. So, for as long as they’ve known me, I’ve been a cutter. I don’t think I had to tell anyone, except my husband. Everyone just sort of knew. My husband told me that I didn’t have to worry, he was understanding and would help. But when I didn’t stop cutting after I started dating him, he got upset. I think he believed (and still does believe) that I cut because of my previous relationship, and that I wouldn’t need to once I was with him. He thought he could fix me, and he can’t, so it upsets him.
Person [female, age 22, began to SI at age 15, college]