Post by Erla on Jul 1, 2006 23:30:36 GMT -5
Ok. I cut and have been doing so for about 2 years.
I didn't tell anyone till a few months ago when I told my 2 best friends.
Then about a month ago my mother found out. She saw blood in the sink and I was crying (I had cut in the bathroom just a few minutes earlier...guess I missed a spot in the sink...) so she asked what was going on and why there was blood in the sink.
I didn't tell her, or really do anything at first, but then she demanded I show her my arm....so I did.
She cried and asked me why and all that and then she called my psychiatrist. Who actually didn't know about me cutting cause I hadn't yet had the guts to tell him :/
We both went to see Páll (the shrink) and we talked and stuff and he said he would want me to come to him weekly, if possible.
Then mum brought up this idea of me going to the other side of Iceland to this tiny place called Neskaupstaður, to stay with my aunt (her sister).
Oh, and just as a sidenote, she assumed I had picked it up in a *beep*ing movie, about a month earlier! *mutters* *beep*ing bitch
Well, and here I am.
In Neskaupstaður, miserable and friendless with absoloutly nothing to distract me (like a job or something) and no one to talk to. Like my friends or Páll.
I've been here for 2 weeks and I have no idea when I get to go home. I *beep*ing hate it here >.<
Mum said it would be a change and that was good for me.
*beep* that.
It hasn't done anything but make me more miserable. I have not stopped cutting, and I don't know how the *beep* she thinks I'm gonna quit in this shithole with no one to talk to. I did stop cutting my arms cause then she'll see it and send me to a psychiatric ward for kids and teens. She has said that if I can't stop that's where I'll end up.
I've just started cutting my thighs instead. Don't really think she's gonna check there lol.
I'm sorry for the rant, I'm just going *beep*ing crazy here >.<
I didn't tell anyone till a few months ago when I told my 2 best friends.
Then about a month ago my mother found out. She saw blood in the sink and I was crying (I had cut in the bathroom just a few minutes earlier...guess I missed a spot in the sink...) so she asked what was going on and why there was blood in the sink.
I didn't tell her, or really do anything at first, but then she demanded I show her my arm....so I did.
She cried and asked me why and all that and then she called my psychiatrist. Who actually didn't know about me cutting cause I hadn't yet had the guts to tell him :/
We both went to see Páll (the shrink) and we talked and stuff and he said he would want me to come to him weekly, if possible.
Then mum brought up this idea of me going to the other side of Iceland to this tiny place called Neskaupstaður, to stay with my aunt (her sister).
Oh, and just as a sidenote, she assumed I had picked it up in a *beep*ing movie, about a month earlier! *mutters* *beep*ing bitch
Well, and here I am.
In Neskaupstaður, miserable and friendless with absoloutly nothing to distract me (like a job or something) and no one to talk to. Like my friends or Páll.
I've been here for 2 weeks and I have no idea when I get to go home. I *beep*ing hate it here >.<
Mum said it would be a change and that was good for me.
*beep* that.
It hasn't done anything but make me more miserable. I have not stopped cutting, and I don't know how the *beep* she thinks I'm gonna quit in this shithole with no one to talk to. I did stop cutting my arms cause then she'll see it and send me to a psychiatric ward for kids and teens. She has said that if I can't stop that's where I'll end up.
I've just started cutting my thighs instead. Don't really think she's gonna check there lol.
I'm sorry for the rant, I'm just going *beep*ing crazy here >.<