My most trusted friends know about my SI. They accept it as a part of me. They don't necessarily LIKE it and they REALLY don't like what I'm doing to myself, but they are some of the reasons that I've been trying to quit. I needed their support, and I still do. They've talked me out of it for hours sometimes, just babbling about anything to keep me distracted, and one of my buddies threw my scissors in the lake, which I am eternally grateful for. They've been great to me and I love them so much for helping me.