Aceso
February 8th, 2011, 08:21 AM
So, at around 10PM my mom came into my room, looking on the verge of tears, asking to check my diabetes (which I did). They read high, so I treated it and went to get back to sleep. My mom and dad were talking in the kitchen.
At about half ten I herd crashing, and shouting. I knew dad was there so I hoped everything would be okay. The next thing I hear is three loud screams, and I herd my dad yelling ''stop.'' several times, the next is just silence. I went to check that my brother is okay but I cannot hear anything from the kitchen for about an hour. then my dad comes to check us, to make sure we are okay. He is almost in tears, I have never seen him cry before. He tells me he is getting mom to ring a mental health line, and that he is phoning her doctor tomorrow.
Its my fault. Because I have brittle diabetes. Its ruining my family.
I started cutting, and I think I hit something. It looked like it was gushing pretty badly, and I was locked in the bathroom. By the time I realised that it was a problem I was feeling really faint and dizzy, and when I tried to stand up my sight clouded over and my legs kind of gave away, so I had to sit down again.
I guess I must have passed out because I remember waking up on the bathroom floor. There was blood everywhere, and my cuts were still bleeding but less. I think it was only for a few minutes but I think I was in there for about an hour afterwards keep a bandage hidden with my blades in case I ever did something like this) because I felt so sick and shaky. When I got to my room I bandaged it up (I always keep a bandage with my blades because it would be suspicious if one randomly dissapeared from the medical cupboard.) I had to hold onto things as I walked because I felt like my legs would give away at any second. I snuck into the kitchen and ate loads of sugar because I thought it would give me energy. It was about 1 am so every one was asleep. I felt really tired and dizzy but I just went back to bed after taking some pain killers, because it hurt so much. Usually I don't mind the hurt, after all that's why I self harm but this time it was a different kind of hurt. It bled through the bandages pretty quickly and I kept waking up because they hurt every time I moves. But I feel completely exhausted. They eventually stopped bleeding but I feel terrible. Just not with it, I can't think straight and I feel so weak.
My dad let me off school today because I had a bad night, but I hadn't seen my mom until she picked up my brother. I noticed that she had 3 cuts on her face but I'm terrified to ask her where they are from. I think she knew that I guessed what happened last night. It was really awkward, and I wanted to cut again.
I need help guys. What would you do in this situation. I'm scared that something like this will happen again. :(
At about half ten I herd crashing, and shouting. I knew dad was there so I hoped everything would be okay. The next thing I hear is three loud screams, and I herd my dad yelling ''stop.'' several times, the next is just silence. I went to check that my brother is okay but I cannot hear anything from the kitchen for about an hour. then my dad comes to check us, to make sure we are okay. He is almost in tears, I have never seen him cry before. He tells me he is getting mom to ring a mental health line, and that he is phoning her doctor tomorrow.
Its my fault. Because I have brittle diabetes. Its ruining my family.
I started cutting, and I think I hit something. It looked like it was gushing pretty badly, and I was locked in the bathroom. By the time I realised that it was a problem I was feeling really faint and dizzy, and when I tried to stand up my sight clouded over and my legs kind of gave away, so I had to sit down again.
I guess I must have passed out because I remember waking up on the bathroom floor. There was blood everywhere, and my cuts were still bleeding but less. I think it was only for a few minutes but I think I was in there for about an hour afterwards keep a bandage hidden with my blades in case I ever did something like this) because I felt so sick and shaky. When I got to my room I bandaged it up (I always keep a bandage with my blades because it would be suspicious if one randomly dissapeared from the medical cupboard.) I had to hold onto things as I walked because I felt like my legs would give away at any second. I snuck into the kitchen and ate loads of sugar because I thought it would give me energy. It was about 1 am so every one was asleep. I felt really tired and dizzy but I just went back to bed after taking some pain killers, because it hurt so much. Usually I don't mind the hurt, after all that's why I self harm but this time it was a different kind of hurt. It bled through the bandages pretty quickly and I kept waking up because they hurt every time I moves. But I feel completely exhausted. They eventually stopped bleeding but I feel terrible. Just not with it, I can't think straight and I feel so weak.
My dad let me off school today because I had a bad night, but I hadn't seen my mom until she picked up my brother. I noticed that she had 3 cuts on her face but I'm terrified to ask her where they are from. I think she knew that I guessed what happened last night. It was really awkward, and I wanted to cut again.
I need help guys. What would you do in this situation. I'm scared that something like this will happen again. :(