I don’t get the mentality of “If you aren’t ashamed of your scars, you were doing it for attention.”
I’m not saying people aren’t allowed to be ashamed of their scars, and I’m not saying you should be proud, but I’m not about to be ashamed for something that, at the time, I had no control over.
Sure, I decided to harm myself, but at that time it was, in my mind, my only option, so I took it. I’m not ashamed of my scars because why should I be? Self-harm, in some really messed up way, helped me.
I don’t try and hide my self-harm scars, but I don’t skip around saying “Look at my scars, I did this to myself.” No. I don’t speak about my scars, I try not to think about them, and I don’t bring up my battle with self-harm unless needed.
I’m not ashamed or proud of what I’ve done to myself. My scars are a part of me, and I’ve spent enough time hating my body.
They’re there. They’re a reminder that I hated myself and my life so much that I had to harm myself. They’re also a reminder that I was able to beat self-harm.
When I do look at my scars, and I usually only do this when I think about them, or when I have the urge to harm myself again, the first thought I get is “No, screw that. Those scars symbolize your past, don’t bring them into your present. Don’t do that to yourself again.”
And you know what? I don’t. I use the rubber-band method, and hope that I’ll be able to withstand the urge.
I’m aware everyone is different, but don’t sit there and tell me my experience isn’t as “valid” as yours, or that my struggle with self-harm was all for attention, just because I don’t hide my scars.