I’m nearly 40 and self harmed when I was a teenager. I have a set of scars on my left forearm. It’s taken me over twenty years to start wearing short sleeves again. My mental health is in a good place now, I haven’t self harmed since school (although have had periods of depression).
My child is in juniors primary school and we were having a cuddle last night and they started sleepily rubbing my scars on my arm. I froze and moved. I realise that at some point I am going to have to explain what they are to them. They are too young to understand yet I don’t want them to think I lied to them when they are old enough to understand.
Have others been in this position? How did you manage it?