Two years ago, I learned that my daughter turned to cutting to deal with the crushing stress in her life.
She turned to it again two nights ago when Cimmorene lost it with Boy when he would not go to bed for several hours. Cimmy let me know, because she knew I wouldn’t be angry– how could I? I dealt with it myself.
I cut myself years ago when I was in a stressful romantic relationship that ended with false accusations of rape. Cimmy wasn’t around then, but she was when I started cutting again, as the university we were attending was soaked in scandal, and the music department especially was mired in dirty politics between professors. When she miscarried before our son was born… more cuts.
So all I could do was listen to my daughter, and tell her more about my struggles with this issue.
I want her to continuing taking pencils, pens, and such to paper– not a knife to her arms.