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Something else...
I see my self- harm as part of my "fantasy world", for the most part. Usually it doesn't feel real to me. So when it comes up in the "normal world", it freaks me out. For example, yesterday my brother was hanging out with one of his friends. She took off her jacket, and I saw a few self harm scars on both of her arms. I immediately felt sick and had to excuse myself for the bathroom. It wasn't that it disgusted me (I'm obviously in no place to judge) but it brought it so close to home. Self harm isn't supposed to be real, something that other people do. It's mine, my fantasy. Whenever I see it in the real world it's like a sucker punch to the gut.
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