Ok now that I've gotten that out of my system...... the mom and the dad have vacated the city and are on their way back to their midwestern summer retreat. I can breathe again. When ever they visit its an exercise in concealment of my cutting scars. It's not so bad in the winter.... but summer thats another story.
My family has never known I was a cutter. Although I haven't cut in years my scars are still there and I'm not ready to show them to my family and talk about it with them. I'm uncertain if I ever will. (insert melodramatic afterschool special music here)
I'm very open about it with anyone else I don't hide the scars. I'll talk about it if someone asks. But not with them. Oh well. .
On a more shallow note. i cut my hair. Bangs. after 18 years of fringe and 7 years swearing I'd never do it again.... I have once again banged.
My family has never known I was a cutter. Although I haven't cut in years my scars are still there and I'm not ready to show them to my family and talk about it with them. I'm uncertain if I ever will. (insert melodramatic afterschool special music here)
I'm very open about it with anyone else I don't hide the scars. I'll talk about it if someone asks. But not with them. Oh well. .
On a more shallow note. i cut my hair. Bangs. after 18 years of fringe and 7 years swearing I'd never do it again.... I have once again banged.