It was about 3 months without SI’ing.  My sister saw them because I was dumb and wore the wrong clothes.  She threatened me so I stopped.  My friends were SOOO happy for me and really thought it was over for good. Silly them.  It wasn’t. I stopped because I was threatened and because it made my friends happy, not because I wanted to quit. But, then a week or so ago, I started again. I made them more discrete so my sister wouldn’t find them.  The scary thing is that I don’t want to stop. This morning I found my tool and at this very moment I’m deciding where I want to do if I get sad.  (Which I know I will.) 🙁