Discussion Do your s/o care about your sh scars?

[doireallywannadie]

I haven't had a romantic partner for almost 2 years now. He was a piece of shit but he was understanding and nice about my sh scars. He said it was beautiful and that it doesn't change anything. However, ik not everyone is like that.

I'm scared if I ever get in another relationship, they won't be as understanding as him, and that they would see me as this fragile little girl that can't solve or cope with her problems in a healthier way, and they would pity me. Or maybe they would just stop being interested in me at all.

I want to know other peoples experience w this. Do people really care abt scars? Would you care if your s/o had scars?

 

[PartyDress]

I do. I'm 32 and used to cut myself when I was a teen. I've never had a girlfriend or even dated largely because I'm far too insecure about them. Apart from that, I feel like I can't open up around people because I'm so different from them. Who would have thought this would have had so many psychological ramifications. Just about ruined my life. I just want to try hanging again, because I know this will be the rest of my life.
Someone once told me that they thought mine were beautiful. They're not. They're grotesque and mark me as being different from others.
I used to drink to numb the pain I felt about all this. Every day for 10 years, I was drunk. But now I can't even do that. So I just have to sit here and pretend to be normal. I can barely think consistently anymore. It's a travesty, my entire life.

 

[doireallywannadie]

I do. I'm 32 and used to cut myself when I was a teen. I've never had a girlfriend or even dated largely because I'm far too insecure about them. Apart from that, I feel like I can't open up around people because I'm so different from them. Who would have thought this would have had so many psychological ramifications. Just about ruined my life. I just want to try hanging again, because I know this will be the rest of my life.
Someone once told me that they thought mine were beautiful. They're not. They're grotesque and mark me as being different from others.
I used to drink to numb the pain I felt about all this. Every day for 10 years, I was drunk. But now I can't even do that. So I just have to sit here and pretend to be normal. I can barely think consistently anymore. It's a travesty, my entire life.

I feel you. The fear of someone noticing my scars and having an opinion on it is greater than my desire to be loved. But cutting myself actually helped me stay alive. If I didn't cope like that I would've been dead at 12. As much as I think of ctb every single day, I'm proud of myself for always having the courage to wake up to live another day.

I hope you get better in the future man. Perhaps meet someone that will love you for you and with your scars.