I didn't tell my mum and dad at first [I started at age 7]. I told one of my old carers at first and sitll to this day they are really supportive, then, I managed to stop, I did it again in year 7 and school began to notice something was wrong, I got pulled into a little room and told to take off my hoodie [i refused even though i knew it wasn't school uniform] i had to take it off in the end after a lot of argueing back and breakdowns.
The learning mentor then saw my cuts and scars, rang my mother at work, who then tried to talk to me over dinner about it.
I freaked out and never ever told her if I did it again, when my dad found out he just came and hugged me and rocked me on his lap and told me it'll all be okay. I love my dad for this as till the day he went to the skies, he was always there for me.
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