She and I work for a large grocery store chain. One of the biggest on the planet. She is easily 35 years younger than me, if not more. I would describe her as quirky and withdrawn. She mumbles, and moves slowly. She is an amazingly talented artist. I’ve seen her working on drawings and sketches in the breakroom during lunch. Im always fascinated by people who can draw, since I suck at it and would love to have the talent, and have complimented her work once or twice. Her face lit up with a smile both times. Yesterday, we were outside loading groceries into a customers vehicle, and I caught a glimpse of her right forearm when her jacket sleeve slid up. There were probably twenty or more scars, some healed, some still healing.
I was shocked. I don’t know why. I don’t understand cutting and I don’t judge her…shes as human as you and me, and it is her coping technique. I guess seeing how talented she is made me think she was stronger than she is…I couldn’t cut myself, I fear being cut, and don’t understand the psychology behind it.
I rarely work with her. Her crew was short staffed yesterday and I was asked to help. She used to annoy me. She works slowly and is difficult to understand because she speaks so quietly but for a few seconds I saw her frail, damaged humanity, and my heart broke for her. I will always go out of my way to acknowledge her from now on. In a world of suffering and apathy, she hurts.