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I'm no stranger to self-harm scars. As a former social worker with teenagers for almost half a decade, I've dressed the self-injury wounds of dozens of clients. A young person cutting—or, in some cases, hacking—at their own flesh during my shift became as mundane as administering their thrice daily cocktail of anti-psychotic, antidepressant, anti-whatever meds. But I never thought of the secondary battle that went beyond the immediate problem of curbing their self-harm into something less destructive."For many who cut, the scars become a stubborn life chapter that just won't shut."
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"Did I want to have my body on display as a harmed thing or did I want to display it with something I had chosen?" - Marya Hornbacher
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