Depression/ anxiety one shots

It's me not you tw sh ⚠️

Sorry if this is bad but I want to be more inclusive in these short stories and have bxb as well, I just don't know how to write from a male perspective and didn't wanna fuck it up, so that's why I haven't yet, but here's my attempt.

"Aaron I'm so sorry. I thought this was what you wanted?" My boyfriend Daniel said confused and embarrassed, as he thought I was rejecting his advances when I sort of pushed him away when he tried to take my shirt off, which truth be told, I was, but not because of him at all.

We just started dating and I hadn't told him about my self harm problem yet, and this definitely wasn't how I wanted him to find out.

He was rushing trying to pack his things while I was zoning out trying to calm myself when I finally snapped out of it and stopped him by grabbing his arm.

" Daniel, it's not you, you did nothing wrong. I have to tell you something. Please don't go, just sit back on the bed and I'll explain." I said.

He reluctantly agreed and sat down visibly upset.

" So?" He asked when I hadn't said anything yet.

" I have a problem and I haven't told you yet because some people think it means I'm crazy, and that's not the truth at all. But anyway, I'm just scared you'll react badly." I said.

" Aaron just tell me. I promise you that there's a 99 percent chance I won't think you're crazy." He said slightly jokingly and grabbed my hand encouragingly.

" Okay." I said and took a big breath before saying, " I self harm."

" Okay." He said almost nonchalantly.

" Okay?" I asked confused at his reaction.

" My little sister had a self harm problem all throughout high school and I was always the one she turned to, so I understand, and it's okay. Of course I want you to try to stop, but I understand it's an addiction and that it's hard and if you want my support and care, it's all yours." He said.

I nodded as I tried not to cry. " Yes please." I said and he pulled me into a tight hug.

" Can I ask questions?" He asked once I pulled away.

" Yes of course, ask away." I said.

" Okay, so I'm assuming you do it on your stomach? And also like, do you cut or burn or something else? I'm sorry if that's too personal." He asked.

" Yes, and I mainly cut myself, which sounds really bad out loud. I'm sorry." I said.

" Hey it's completely fine. Thanks for being so open with me, it means a lot." Daniel said. " When was the last time you cut? Can I say cut? Or would you prefer self harm or something else? I'm sorry, I don't want to trigger you."

" No, no, it's okay, you can say cut, it doesn't trigger me. It was this morning" I said.

" Oh okay, did you clean it after?" He asked.

" Yeah. I usually do." I said.

" Okay that's good. Well I want you to know you can come to me before or after something happens, and I'll help you either way, okay?" He said.

" Thank you." I said. " That means a lot."

" Of course." He said and hesitated before asking another question. " Is it too much to ask to see? I just want to make sure you're okay."

" I understand, you can see." I said.

He stared at me a second before gently lifting up my shirt and seeing the cuts across my stomach that neighbored many healed cuts that turned to scars.

He looked closer at my stomach and said, " I'm glad they aren't looking infected or anything like that. Can I put a bandage over? Just so the germs stay out?"

" Yeah." I said, and I directed him to my medicine cabinet where he went and grabbed a bandage and some Neosporin.

He gently applied the Neosporin over the cuts on my stomach and placed the bandage on top before putting my shirt back down.

" Thanks." I said.

" You're welcome. What do you say we go grab a bite to eat and then we can come back here and watch a movie or something, no pressure to do anything, we can just hang out." Daniel suggested,

" I'd like that." I said, and so that's exactly what we did.