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tiltedcompass

tiltedcompass

I just want to sleep forever man...
Jul 25, 2025
5
When I was 14 almost 15, my mom asked why I didn't take off my jacket despite the hot weather, and I inmediately confessed. Then, she forced me to take it off and she saw the cuts on my arms. She was angry, said that those scars would stay like that forever and probably called me stupid, I don't remember very well. Some time later she mentioned that my scars would bring other people's attention, in a bad way of course.
I was almost hospitalized and according to the doctors, I was deemed "a danger to myself and others" despite that I didn't have any sort of violent thoughts involving other people, and the cuts themselves were very shallow.
The whole experience was awful, and after that I had to be supervised by an adult every time I went outside. That fucked me up and even now I'm scared of doing things alone. I relapsed years ago and the only person who knows is my partner, who reacted well but is worried about me getting worse.
 
mangoastronaut

mangoastronaut

Member
Aug 7, 2025
17
Reading all these replies makes me feel like when James Baldwin said that our suffering is what joins us together instead of isolating us lmao. I'm sorry we all went through this, and I am glad I'm not alone with this.
 

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