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Triggering (SI) - Upset, ashamed, scared, yet hopeful.
I moved to cutting last night. Usually I just messed with old wounds, but I couldn't handle my mom's comments.
I have been TRYING to be honest with her about all the bandaids and excuses. When she told me family was asking about them, I said "I do that when I am upset." She said "I know. You always have. I told them you are like those girls who pick at themselves when they are bored or want attention." I was too shocked to say anything more, especially since she is a nurse and should know better.
A few days later I told her I am depressed. She thinks it is because I can't get a teaching job and the guy I'm in love with isn't around much. Partially true, but it is much more than that. I mentioned that my college is just now opening a free counseling service twice a week. Mom got all upset, started saying they will release information that I talked to them (not what I said) to the public or employers, that it is a waste of time, that all I need to do is get a better job, lose weight, and get a new boyfriend and I'll be happy again. I told her again it's free. She said fine, if I wanted.
Fast forward to last night. I casually mention that my friend is getting theraphy at a local clinic for very cheap, income based. Mom got upset again, and ranted for a long time about how that stuff is bulls*** and her professors in school laughed with her about how pathetic it is. That is is theatrical, oh poor me I am so sad. Then she may as well have stabbed me in the heart...and said "I will lose respect in you if you see a therapist."
Wow. I let her rant, didn't say a word because I was too hurt, but didn't hide my tears. I guess I won't be telling her that I have an appointment Tuesday with that free counselor and that guy who hasn't been around much is helping me disguise it as a lunch date. And she wonders why I hide things from her! I was so hurt, and felt so invalidated, that I escaped to the bathroom and grabbed my razor. At least I didn't do anything deep, just a lot of superficial cuts on my leg
The guy I love is disappointed and hurt, he had just told me the day before that he was proud of me for resisting the urge to move on to cutting. I feel I let him down, and that kills me. The two of us have made a deal that if I can go a week without any SI, he will accompany me to a local theatre awards show. It will be hard, but I want him there so badly.
Thanks for letting me vent. It doesn't make it easier to fight when I am 24 and stuck living at home until the teaching field stops spitting on me.
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