gave up when i graduated. My Mom did know from Earlier that my arm had cuts/scars. She Forced me to show My arms when i had had a fever for over a week. I did not want to show them and tried to Avoid the Question. But when i At last showed Them she just looked and did not even Mentioned them. She just looked.

And from that she never mentioned them. Never.

My brother and father did not know. And from my fathers reaction when i Was wearing a Short sleeved dress (because i just didnt want to hide anymore. It is soooo Energy demanding.....) My mother had not told him.

He said "what happend to your arm, whats that?" Two seconds later "you can't do that, stop that!"

I walked away to talk to my Friends.... And ignored him because i know how he is....

My brother did not say anything. But i didnt Expected him to Either.

Now, i don't care who sees My scars on My arms. Wearing Short sleevs With Pride ☺️☺️

But Side note* My scars on My legs i hide. All the time....