I finally told my best friend the reason I started cutting. She has known something is up with me for awhile, as the memories seem to come back to haunt me and I can't ever escape them. They haunt my dreams, my everyday life. I started cutting in 7th grade, and around the same time took up boiling my feet in water. Not a healthy habit.
I'm in tenth grade now and I told my other good friend due to circumstance a few days ago, and wanted to tell my best friend, with hopes she would tell no one and continue to accept me and not look at me any different.
We sat down in a cafe and I made her vow not to tell anyone. She already knows I was abused in preschool and again currently, and was bullied throughout elementary school so she expected something really bad if I had kept it hidden from her throughout our entire friendship (we've been best friends since elementary school).
I paused a moment then told her...in 7th grade I was raped.
The act screwed me up for life, and the sad thing is that too many years have passed for me to do anything about it. But...I hope one day to be able to tell my parents as easily as i can tell my friend. And not have them look at me differently, or try to make to big a deal out of it. Just to calmly nod, like my friends, and hug me.