I've felt about like you have about my scars. There was a time when I was terrified of anyone noticing them, and I kept them covered as much as I could. Recently, I have not really cared who sees my scars. I'm not too bad at explaining them now - more comfortable taking about SI. Sometimes I almost hope somebody would notice. I'm disappointed that my T has never wanted to see any of the scars, and my doctor didn't either when I told her about being a self-injurer.

I look at them quite a bit, and I worry that they would fade too much. If they faded too much, I would have to make more scars. I guess that to me, they are a reminder of being real, and of having some very intense feelings, that I can't always credit as being legitimate feelings. The scars are the proof.

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