This is the plaster (Band aid) my 3 year old brother gave to me tonight. He saw my cuts when I was tucking him into bed and he asked what they were. Naturally, I told him the truth, I told him that when I get angry or upset I do this to myself to calm down. His little face looked heart broken. This 3 year old child then ran away into the kitchen, Pulling out a small box. He pulled out his favorite plaster with George (His favorite character or course) and ran back to me, Handing my the plaster. He then said. ‘You should never do that to yourself, It’s not good for you. George will make you feel better”
He crawled back into bed and hugged me tightly. He told me that tonight that i was never worth hurting myself over.
See, A 3 year old can handle self harm better than some people. He’s three and he didn’t judge me, He didn’t shout at me, He didn’t treat me like a child.
I’ve now made a pinky promise to him never to hurt myself again (Unless I fall over, He said that would be unfair on me)
Oh God that made me cry
every blog must have an elephant on a trampoline
it’s like the rules of tumblrism
i dont even know how many times i;ve reblogged this
AHAHHAHA made my day.
awww, we meet again, little elephant! I’ve rebloged this like 4654 times *-*
i like when his trunk goes up
