My T dragged it out of me, basically. I was really depressed and it was early in therapy. She was like, "with all this intense self-hatred you have, you MUST have killed someone," which made me laugh, and she sort of worked down the list. She started off with shooting heroin, and even though it took a long time, and i had to write it down on a post-it and throw it at her, I told her.

She looks at SH as a symptom of everything else going on. She made sure I was safe with it, and I told her I don't cut deep, so she isn't worried about that. She will ask about it if I am not doing well, but she doesn't freak out.