This is another short chapter but I'll post more tomorrow. This is inspired by an exchange I had with someone today who said the same thing Joy said to Patricia to me but used different words. In case you hadn't figured it out I am a recovering self-harmer. Today I am six days sober. So if you're in a bad place I totally get it and you can talk to me.
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We all went to school, there the teachers all pulled me aside at the end of class and told me that they are here for me if I need anything. On my way back to Anubis House I run into Joy. "Hi Patricia," she says and for a second I thought she maybe felt sorry that we'd fought, "I just wanted to tell you that I think it's dumb your getting so much attention for overreacting about a fight. You can't blame me for those cuts it was your choice to cut into your skin with a razor."
"Joy," I said, "I was in a hospital, I have a mental health problem, I have bipolar disorder. Please don't make me feel even worse."
"Whatever," she said, "You may get attention for your cuts but everyone just thinks you're selfish."
"Just please leave me alone Joy," I tell her, walking faster.
"What's the matter?" she asks, "I thought you liked attention."
I am running now, faster and faster, to Anubis House. When I get there I see Eddie and I run up to him. "Please," I say, "Please can I have a razor."
"What happened?" He asks, leading me into his room, "Sit down."
I sit down on his bed and explain what happened. "Do you think I'm selfish?" I ask.
"Not at all," he tells me, "You're a strong, brave person who struggles with a mental illness. It's not selfish to get support and treatment for that."
"No one accuses cancer patients of being selfish," I complain.
"I know Patricia," he says, "It's not fair."