In my idealized world I would have liked to have a kind and understanding person help me through it…but I’ve encountered everything else but that, haha. I’ve had people that merely treat it like any other wound; that speak of “it” and “you” rather distantly. I’ve seen sarcastic people that joked a lot about it. I’ve seen therapists who was very serious and grave about it, probably reacting from their own fear. I’ve had others make a huge deal and played the guilt card. But I prefer the people that were calm and collected over the emotional ones. The reason know all this is because few years ago there was this huge intervention from many different people to help me…that’s how I got to experience so many different personalities trying to “fix” me.
Person [female, age 20, began to SI at age 11, college student]