I was leaving the shelter office today to go to work and had a thought about being brave and going back in to tell my caseworker that I cut. I did it. I told him that I was "being brave" in telling him something so he asked if we should go in the back to his office. I told him that we don't need to, I could tell him visually. I lifted a portion of my pants leg to expose several scars. He wasn't shocked; I hinted to him before that something was up--I just hadn't said everything that I was doing like that cutting. I originally lied to my caseworker about how I got stitches last month. I told him the truth today. We only talked about five minutes because I had to go to work, but I did tell him.