I went to doctors yesterday and have gota mild eating disorder because I have a fear of gaining weight π it’s kinda hard cause I also have depression and get a lot of thoughts and everyday is hard. Β Social worker contacted me yesterday saying if I was safe and I feel the doctor has told them stuff I told them all my levels of trust have gone π I feel major down and I’m in pain a lot with my back and have cluster headaches a lot too I am also anemic so I bruise easily and I’m quite pale. I have about two friends I’ll talk to about everything but some how I dunno how to talk about this :/ its easier for me to write down how I feel and what’s going on. I am still cutting as at college I’m getting bullied for being pale and ‘ill looking’cutting helps for a while it forgets about the pain that others make me feel but then when it stops the pain comes back :/ I dunno whether to go to counseling sessions on Wednesdays because I dont want them contacting my parents about it as my mom has made it clear that ‘cutters are freaks and ugly’ π it’s hard because I’ve started smoking too and doing wreckless things like walking in the road when a car is coming and walking on the edge of a bridge :/.
I know some of the posts don’t make sense so ill introduce myself I’m Shannon I’m 17 and I go to sixth form in UK. When I was 9 years old my mom told me I was fat and that I needed to be on a special diet. I thought my mom has looking out for me but what se didn’t realise was I developed bulimia and after every meal I had my family became more concerned about it. I was also at this stage getting hit and my family started to fall apart. Things started getting better and then at 11 I got bullied at secondry school and hardly made friends I got told I was the ugly sister out of my siblings so then I would hide my lunch in my room and start cutting because no one would say anything nice about me and I thought something was wrong with me. Then one day my mom could smell something in my room and after school she took me to the house and had a go at me and I started to cry she laughed at me and said ill always be ugly Jo matter how much I lose weight. I went into a deep depression at the age of 12 my granddad passed away and my mom was grieving a lot and started drinking she got abusive and started getting angrier everyday and at 13 I started my old habits of throwing food away and cutting myself as I was being bullied more and family friends would laugh about me and always say bad. I started doing a lot in the house being helpful but at the age of 15 I been in charge of keeping the house clean doing washing and making beds I finally got too much work to do and I randomly passed out I was diagnosed with anemia and my appendix was inflamed I went to hospital and they refused to take it out I we in pain and then I started talking to this guy who I fellin love with as you know he changed my life then we would argue all the time . He is now not with me and I am no longer allowed in his life he just thinks nothing of me anymore which hurts as I did love him but now hes moved on. I started college at 16 and met my boy bestfriend I started liking him when I was with my bf with confused me I am now 17 and life is getting abit better now apart from not eating much and hiding food again and a few cutting relapses but I have my two friends here for me and I told my boy bestfriend how I felt and things and he’s said he’s never going to leave me π
I just hope one day it will be completely better and life will be good
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Counselors are good. Cutting isn’t so much. Us pale ones have the most beautiful, pure porcelain skin, so scars are likely to show up. We don’t want scars. Our skin is pure. (: It’ll get better(:
Thank you and i try not to cut but it’s kinda hard π
I know. It’s addicting. With your story, quiet honestly, I don’t blame you at all for wanting to cut. Make little goals for yourself to try and stop though. (: Cutting is never really a good answer. Even if it’s the only logical way to release the pain.
Thank you for understanding and being there for me
That’s all I’m trying to do ^-^
Your story is sad. i can feel your pain.