Yep, when I went to therapy for cutting my therapist refused to admit that there was something actually wrong with me, that I was depressed, and said I just needed to learn new coping skills. I did learn new coping skills, and I still feel miserable, but that didn't seem to matter to her, so I stopped going. Probably stupid on my part, because I still struggle with SI/SH now, and maybe if I stayed (this was two years ago) at least that would be okay. But yeah, no one seems to take the fact that I hate myself and the world has lost it's color (in my eyes) very seriously. Everyone was just like, "get better already," without telling me how. So I never have.
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