Once, I told my mother.
She simply looked at me, exasperated, and started yelling at me. She told me I was stupid, and it was probably influenced by my friends or something I saw or read. She told me I was foolish and selfish.
After she calmed down, she threatened to send me to therapy. That made me stop for a while. Therapy is much too expensive for us, and selfish on my part.
It hurt, and when I relapsed, I never told her again.
I have a friend who I indirectly pulled a response from. Once, I cut my hand by accident and bled a lot. She looked at me and said, “Oh my gosh, you cut yourself? You’re one of those sick emos!”
Here, self-harm is not something that is easily talked about. I never told anyone else.
Person female, age 15, began to SI at 13, high school student