Guest post by "Rachel Ann" Puberty was a living hell for me. As a kid, I was positive beyond all doubt that puberty would fix me; that I'd follow the normal (and correct!) changes to finally make me a woman. (I'd already tried to hurry the change along when I was ten by attempting a DYI orchiectomy.) Instead, puberty made me shoot up to 6'1", give me broad shoulders and essentially make me ready to play front line on a football team. (Which I never did. Guys locker rooms were the physical version of a living hell for me. They still are.) It was less than a year into puberty that the suicide thoughts showed up and remained a constant companion for 25 years.
*sigh* We adjust as best we can and as best as life will allow.
