Man I feel so stupid. I left a letter out that I had been writing to my ex boyfriend in Florida. I mentioned my cutting problem and how it was getting worse. My lovely mother found this letter.
She confronted me about it in the car on the way home from school. She had already known about it from friends ratting me out, but I guess the letter confirmed her fears. Though not mad about it, she’s very upset and started crying. Then I was crying, too.
She told my dad. I was so mad. Shit, he has enough problems to deal with without knowing about me messing up my life. Why do you think I never mentioned this problem to them to begin with? When I got in the door he shuffled over to me and hugged me and kissed me, told me he loved me. Then Mom hugged me this morning. It’s weirding me out.
Mom doesn’t know what to do with me. She doesn’t want to put me in a hospital because she thinks that will only make things worse. All I could think of was, “Y’know, being in a psych ward would scare me from ever cutting again”. But I think she just wants me to have more drugs and go to a shrink.
I’m terribly shy. I hate being forced to talk to strangers. I told her I don’t need a shrink and to leave me alone. She got mad at me and hasn’t mentioned it since.
She didn’t notice my cuts…and I’ve been cutting since May. Either she’s unobservant or I’m good at hiding things. But if my cuts aren’t even noticible to begin with…then why is she worried? Good grief.
I don’t know what to do either…but I feel like screaming or something. I think I’m going to go take a nap.
sigh