My school nurse decided that "things weren't improving" for me, so rang up my mother and told her about it. She was all tearful etc and made me go to see a doctor, which wasn't too helpful. She told my Dad as well, and he talked to me about it briefly, which was awful because I have never seen my Dad cry before. I think my brother knew about it a long time before them, I spend a lot more time with him and he helps cheer me up on nights when I feel particularly bad. As far as my family are concerned, I don't cut anymore. Them finding out has made me decrease the severity & frequency of my SIing, which I suppose is a good thing :)
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