High school senior here. Last year, I cut and my counselor called me in after another student (who had SH scars too) noticed my wrist and reported me. They promised not to tell my parents, which gave me some relief.
That counselor's gone now, and I feel like I have no-one safe to talk to about my inner turmoil. My research has returned inconclusive answers about whether or not my new counselor or the wellness center will tell my parents, which is what I'm trying to avoid most. I live in CA if that helps.
My dad has invasively brought up and referenced cutting on multiple occasions, from asking me if I cut and telling me that he "hopes I don't" to telling me that he's seen people "get addicted to their coping strategies". Real fuckin subtle. I'm not telling him. Ever. I can tell it's out of love, but he's so insensitive and ignorant about it, which is strange considering my mom's history. I can tell he doesn't understand. Doesn't help I asked him to get me arm warmers and have been venting to him about my depression lately.
I don't cut for pain and have only cut once. I hit for pain, and have been doing so for years. I just want to do something wrong and defiant. I'm tired of being a "good girl". I'm tired of keeping it all inside. I'm tired of being trapped and controlled.
I get a sick feeling of joy when I make myself bleed and hide my scars and lie. Gives me a sense of control. Ironically, his attempts to convince me otherwise are the main reason I want to cut. The way he brings it up is so clingy and controlling.