I'm a fourteen yr old lesbian that is just getting out of an addictive realtionship with cutting, burning, and such. From when I was ten til about really late thirteen I did such acts of self injury. It got so bad I had to get 34 stitches in my arms because I had cut too deep. The point is though, that I had learned by the time I was nearly five that I wasn't interesting in boys the way 'everyone' else was and I could feel and see the hatred and condemntion people had from me just because my sexual orientation. Of course that was not made better what so ever by the sexist, abusive brother I have that is now in a trail for raping me as a child. Wow a trip down memory lane much. But all the hatred I felt from my peers, friends, and even selective members of my family just made all the anything I had for myself turn into a deep burning hatred.

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