There was once a Science teacher in my school who has scars all over her arms, especially her left arm. They were faded, but quite large and, at least to me, noticeable. I found myself hating her for wearing short sleeved shirts because I found her scars upsetting.
I did ask her about them once, but I'd rather not think about that, there's painful emotions attached to that memory.
Generally if I see scars on people and I know they're from self-injury, I will stare, trying to make it subtle but probably failing. I study them and think about what tools did they use, how did they feel at the time, where and, most fascinatingly, why. But I haven't asked anyone, though I'll quite openly talk about mine.
I'm generally unselfconcious about my scars, most of them are small and white (the ones on my arms anyway, but no-one has to see much else lol) although it annoys me that people can still read that it says SORRY on my arm.
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