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When a woman sues because her injuries make her look like a self-harmer, we know we've got a problem

"The fact that I have been left with major scarring on my wrist, which to an unsympathetic observer might look like I am prone to self-harm, is very distressing for me."

Nadia Mendoza
Wednesday 24 February 2016 12:56 GMT
The Westbourne pub in Nottinghill, London
The Westbourne pub in Nottinghill, London (Google Maps)

Yesterday, it was reported that a woman is fighting for £4.2m after breaking her wrist by tripping on a rope in a beer garden.

The incident at Notting Hill's Westbourne boozer back in 2009 left Carmen Mazo with post-traumatic arthritis, which she says destroyed not only her social life but also her career, in which she would be earning £700 per day if still working today.

Regardless of whose side of the case/rope you’re on - and while no one wishes poor health on anyone - it is Mazo's statement in her action for damages that strikes a nerve for me.


"The fact that I have been left with major scarring on my wrist, which to an unsympathetic observer might look like I am prone to self-harm, is very distressing for me."

It’s incredible that narrow-minded interviewers who assumed she might be “prone to self-harm” would pass her over.

Mazo was once a high-flying HR consultant.

Had someone walked into her office, in short sleeves and with self-injury scars, would she have deemed them unfit to work? Judged them? Been the ‘unsympathetic observer’ she speaks of? Found it ‘distressing’ on the other side of the fence? We don’t know – but we know that the phenomenon is common enough for her to lodge a claim about it.

Self-harm is neither a life sentence nor ‘crazy’; it is quite simply a symptom of complex emotions too raw to process, or a shield from fear, isolation, or abuse.

If someone who has recovered and moved on still lives with visible scars, this should be irrelevant compared to whether they're up to the job at hand or not.

Despite a history of self-harm spanning two decades, the shadows on my wrists and the keloids on my forearms categorically do not affect how I write as a journalist.

On the contrary, behaviours which would affect my work would, for example, include skipping meals, sleep deprivation, or compulsive social media checking – but because none of these 'look' unsavory, I'm spared the discriminative eye of the 'unsympathetic observer'.

This lack of understanding and our playing of ‘visual doctors’ to monitor what we deem digestible or not via aesthetics isn't helped by the ‘two steps forward, five steps back’ approach to the mainstream mental health debate.

With Self-Harm Awareness Day approaching on March 1st, I was in talks to appear on a popular TV show to provide expertise on the topic, though was later told they were unlikely to cover it as "the editor is really keen to keep the show upbeat".

Dumbing down of television aside, it irks me that mental health equates to 'downbeat', as we forever focus on the problem and rarely, if ever, on the solution.

If we stop relishing the Victorian freak show element of mental health, largely by giving a voice to the people ‘in the middle’ and not just the 70-stone man too big to leave his house or the girl who starved herself so much she disappeared, and find a practical, whole-nation approach to tackling it instead, it wouldn't be so taboo.

And it wouldn’t have to get a mention in someone’s court case, either.

Besides, we all know from personal experience that sometimes the hardest grafters might just be those covered in scars or tattoos - and the most judgmental can be those who go to church on Sunday.

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