The first people I told were my friends when we were in middle school. I don’t remember how the topic came up, but I just told them and showed them my scars (this was back when I was cutting on my wrists).They were very concerned about me and told the school’s guidance counselor, who we all liked. To this day I thank them for doing this because that was the first time I received help for my depression. The guidance counselor was very understanding and referred me to therapy.
My current friends know as well and are pretty understanding; they don’t judge me when I cut. Only a select few family members know because I haven’t very comfortable making it well known to everyone for fear of being judged. My parents don’t know and I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable telling them. They know about my suicide attempts, depression and hospitalizations - they didn’t react very well to those incidents. I don’t believe they’ll react well to knowing I self-harm. So far everyone who knows is very supportive and I’d like to keep it that way. I’m dealing with enough shame to have others try to guilt trip me on top of it.
Person [female, age 24, began to SI at age 13, graduate student]