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When I was 14 I told the cops that my step dad had sexually abused me. The police didn’t do anything about it because they said it was my word against his, and my own mom didn’t believe me. With me still living in the house, I had no one to talk to, so I took my frustration out on my arms and ankles. I was feeling very depressed and didn’t know how to ask for help. I couldn’t talk to my mom or anyone in my family because I didn’t know how they would react. |
There was only one person who started to notice that something was going on, and that was my school resource officer. I finally opened up to him about my cutting. He had to call my mom and tell her. When she got to the school, she took me to the hospital, and they kept me for awhile. A couple weeks later I tried to kill myself. I slit my wrist pretty deep, but not deep enough because I am here today telling you my story so others won’t make the same mistakes that I did. In the long run, cutting myself just hurt me and everyone around me even more.
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