The cuts, scars, burns, and bruises Jude incurs from his recurrent self-harm symbolize Jude’s childhood trauma and his inability to overcome that trauma. Jude began to use self-harm to cope with feelings of internalized shame, pain, and worthlessness in childhood. When Jude was living at the monastery, he would bang parts of himself (his wrists, his elbows, or his cheeks, for example) against the corner of dinner tables or desks. Doing this gave Jude a sense of control over the monks who abused him: seeing the “anger and noise and power” of Jude’s self-harm scared the monks. It also allowed Jude to reclaim control over his body: it allowed him to inflict pain upon himself, when he was otherwise subject to the pain of sexual, physical, and emotional abuse the monks inflicted upon him. Jude continues to hit and cut himself as an adult. And for the most part, his reasons for doing so remain the same: he wants to regain the control over his body, mind, and life that his abusers took away from him. In this way, then, Jude’s injuries reflect the enduring effects of Jude’s childhood trauma, and his enduring efforts to cope with that trauma.
Though Jude turns to self-harm to cope with his trauma, his self-inflicted injuries are also the source of additional shame and self-hatred. Jude wears long-sleeved shirts to hide his self-harm from others, and for much of his life, nobody besides Andy, Jude’s trusted doctor, knows about them. Jude hides his injuries from others because he is ashamed of them. Not only do his injuries remind him of a past that he’s ashamed of, but they are also a visual manifestation of Jude’s continued failure to work through and recover from his childhood trauma—his inability to leave the past behind him and become a better, restored person. As an adult, Jude recognizes that his continued self-harm is counterproductive: his body has been abused and scarred in so many ways that were beyond his control, and now, he continues to willfully subject his body to further injury. Still, his self-hatred and shame run too deep for him to adopt healthy coping mechanisms to work through his trauma and alleviate some of his inner suffering. In this way, then, the vicious cycle of Jude’s self-harm and self-hatred illustrates the broader psychological hang-ups that create obstacles to his recovery. That is, he hurts himself because he feels that he is “deformed” and unworthy of anything but pain and suffering, and then he sees the cuts and scars he inflicts upon himself as visual proof that he is truly “deformed” and undeserving of healing, compassion, and redemption. Thus, the cycle continues.
Jude’s Self-Harm Quotes in A Little Life
When he has clothes on, he is one person, but without them, he is revealed as he really is, the years of rot manifested on his skin, his own flesh advertising his past, its depravities and corruptions.
But there was the Jude he knew in the daylight, and even in the dusk and dawn, and then there was the Jude who possessed his friend for a few hours each night, and that Jude, he sometimes feared, was the real Jude: the one who haunted their apartment alone, the one whom he had watched draw the razor so slowly down his arm, his eyes wide with agony, the one whom he could never reach, no matter how many reassurances he made, no matter how many threats he levied. It sometimes seemed as if it was that Jude who truly directed their relationship, and when he was present, no one, not even Willem, could dispel him. And still, he remained stubborn: he would banish him, through the intensity and the force and the determination of his love.
“I’m not Hemming, Willem,” Jude hisses at him. “I’m not going to be the cripple you get to save for the one you couldn’t.”
On these days, he succumbed to a sort of enchantment, a state in which his life seemed both unimprovable and, paradoxically, perfectly fixable: Of course Jude wouldn’t get worse. Of course he could be repaired. Of course Willem would be the person to repair him. Of course this was possible; of course this was probable. Days like this seemed to have no nights, and if there were no nights, there was no cutting, there was no sadness, there was nothing to dismay.