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So many scars I thought. ***** me, ***** ***** ******* me” “Don’t do it I” I pleaded. Cut, scratch, scrape the flesh “Bleed you ******* bleed! It doesn't hurt, it helps. Not normal, what the ***** normal You can’t destroy something that’s That’s already destroyed.” (He shouts at me) “Look at me!  Go on; tell me I’m not already broken.” Empty eyes, reflecting nothing. Inward staring; shutting me out . He looked up at me with an air of indifference Then handed me the blade. So many scars I thought; so many nightmares.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
Self Harm. I can never forget the first self harm I came across as a prison officer. "He pressed his cell buzzer and It was me who opened the door".
So many scars I thought. ***** me, ***** ***** ******* me” “Don’t do it I” I pleaded. Cut, scratch, scrape the flesh “Bleed you ******* bleed! It doesn't hurt, it helps. Not normal, what the ***** normal You can’t destroy something that’s That’s already destroyed.” (He shouts at me) “Look at me!  Go on; tell me I’m not already broken.” Empty eyes, reflecting nothing. Inward staring; shutting me out . He looked up at me with an air of indifference Then handed me the blade. So many scars I thought; so many nightmares.
I  spent fifteen years working as a prison officer at HMP Doncaster. This was the first self harm i witnessed. sadly over the years i saw much more.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
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