SebastianSkip
Bluelighter
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- Oct 7, 2017
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“They don't care that I cut, they've said in the past I only do it for attention.”
Yikes. For starters, that’s b.s. and I’m sorry they said this. People don’t understand and say a lot of stupid things (even mental health professionals!) because they don’t get it.
Lots of good feedback here. I’m not sure I have much to add except because you’re so young these scars have a good chance of fading to almost or totally unnoticeable some day. I know from experience that if one keeps doing self harm, we tend to do more extreme versions so anything you can do to distract yourself or find other ways to cope (start dancing wildly, run around the block, scream into your pillow, I’ve sat down and torn up blank spiral notebooks because to release the destructive impulse).
If you you can stop now that’d be awesome. If it happens again I hope you don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s because you don’t yet have the tools you need to do better.
As for your original question...
I’ve just gotten used to mine. At first I always covered a scar on my wrist and felt really self conscious with people standing near me, I probably even drew attention to it because I would see it exposed and pull on my sleeve in a panic to hide it. I also was always wearing long sleeves even tho it gets over 100 degrees where I live in summer. It sucked but...
one day I just stopped caring.
My scar didn’t fade. I even think it’s kinda cool looking tho I doubt many would share that view. Thing is, I don’t give a poop what people who might look down on me for it think. It’s a part of me and I’m not ashamed of it anymore. I’m one of the people who did it because I felt too much pain. It’s sad I learned to cope with the pain by being self destructive but that’s what happened and I’m not ashamed for being human and sensitive and hurt.
Sometimes I still don’t like that I can’t as easily hide my past but hiding made things worse not better so in a weird way it may be for the best. I’m a survivor and that’s what the scars say to me now.
I try to follow this old expression...
those who matter don’t mind, and those who do mind don’t matter.
Yikes. For starters, that’s b.s. and I’m sorry they said this. People don’t understand and say a lot of stupid things (even mental health professionals!) because they don’t get it.
Lots of good feedback here. I’m not sure I have much to add except because you’re so young these scars have a good chance of fading to almost or totally unnoticeable some day. I know from experience that if one keeps doing self harm, we tend to do more extreme versions so anything you can do to distract yourself or find other ways to cope (start dancing wildly, run around the block, scream into your pillow, I’ve sat down and torn up blank spiral notebooks because to release the destructive impulse).
If you you can stop now that’d be awesome. If it happens again I hope you don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s because you don’t yet have the tools you need to do better.
As for your original question...
I’ve just gotten used to mine. At first I always covered a scar on my wrist and felt really self conscious with people standing near me, I probably even drew attention to it because I would see it exposed and pull on my sleeve in a panic to hide it. I also was always wearing long sleeves even tho it gets over 100 degrees where I live in summer. It sucked but...
one day I just stopped caring.
My scar didn’t fade. I even think it’s kinda cool looking tho I doubt many would share that view. Thing is, I don’t give a poop what people who might look down on me for it think. It’s a part of me and I’m not ashamed of it anymore. I’m one of the people who did it because I felt too much pain. It’s sad I learned to cope with the pain by being self destructive but that’s what happened and I’m not ashamed for being human and sensitive and hurt.
Sometimes I still don’t like that I can’t as easily hide my past but hiding made things worse not better so in a weird way it may be for the best. I’m a survivor and that’s what the scars say to me now.
I try to follow this old expression...
those who matter don’t mind, and those who do mind don’t matter.