When I was eight, that is when I began cutting. (I hear your whiny-ass voices: "Oh, joy! Another cutting story!) No, but this is more than that. My sister stood up for me one day when a girl at the park was making fun of me. She said:
"Alyssa is strong. You think everyone who cuts is "emo" or an "attention seeker". Cutting isn't any of that. You don't know how hard she's been trying. And when you make fun of people like Ally, you're making her want to push her sleeves down and cover herself up even more than she had wanted to. You keep pushing her downwards into a hole, and soon enough, if people keep taunting my little sister, that hole will turn into a grave. Look, I love her with all of my heart, and I would take my own life just to be with her if that ever happens. I don't want to see you near her again, okay?"
The lesson that I was getting to is that if you have called anyone anything from their cutting, it may or may not be their fault. But really, sometimes, you're only making it worse for that person. You don't need to judge that book by it's cover. You don't know their life story at all, so it isn't right to judge others by their choices and their actions. I don't blame my Dad for anything he's done terribly, his wife had died. Although he's done many wrongs, in the end, I still love him because he's my Father, and I'm stuck with him for the rest of my life. Judging is wrong, and I hope most of you know that,