desiderata310
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I am usually much ... more.... discreet about where and how I self harm. The last couple of weeks have been extra difficult and I got reckless. Very reckless. As a result I have a really messed up left arm. It's been exceedingly warm which has worked to my advantage since that means that the offices have overcompensated and I've had the perfect excuse to wear a jacket at work. It covered everything I've done.
Today I was upstairs in a meeting with a rather... triggery figure that I have to work with. He's never SAID anything but he's noticed I'm not quite 'right'. We were talking about and making a funny comment about our boss and the stress level at work. I gestured with my hands over my head and the jacket rode up revealing my most recent session. They are red and very angry and ugly.
He saw them, laughed and pointed and half seriously said "you aren't cutting yourself, are you?"
oh god.
I think I died a thousand tiny deaths in those moments after that. There was one other lady in there that I had interviewed and hired not a month before. They both stared at me like I had things growing out of my head.
I thought quickly and talked about my sick cat and of trail running. Both are honestly things that would and could cause such injuries but didn't. I regailed them with the tale of trying to bathe my cat's behind (since he can't do it himself now) and that seemed to give my story enough creedance that they laughed and moved on.
I excused myself after that, went to the bathroom and threw up.
I really am an idiot.
I'm 42 years old and I can't even tell you why I HAD to cut the other day. I HAD to.
It was the only thing that made it even a little better.
Today I was upstairs in a meeting with a rather... triggery figure that I have to work with. He's never SAID anything but he's noticed I'm not quite 'right'. We were talking about and making a funny comment about our boss and the stress level at work. I gestured with my hands over my head and the jacket rode up revealing my most recent session. They are red and very angry and ugly.
He saw them, laughed and pointed and half seriously said "you aren't cutting yourself, are you?"
oh god.
I think I died a thousand tiny deaths in those moments after that. There was one other lady in there that I had interviewed and hired not a month before. They both stared at me like I had things growing out of my head.
I thought quickly and talked about my sick cat and of trail running. Both are honestly things that would and could cause such injuries but didn't. I regailed them with the tale of trying to bathe my cat's behind (since he can't do it himself now) and that seemed to give my story enough creedance that they laughed and moved on.
I excused myself after that, went to the bathroom and threw up.
I really am an idiot.
I'm 42 years old and I can't even tell you why I HAD to cut the other day. I HAD to.
It was the only thing that made it even a little better.