Guest post by "Rachel Ann" *ugh* Pooberty (As Harry Morgan calls it in "Support Your Local Sheriff") was devastating on me. I'd been the smallest 'boy' in school until 7th grade and pooberty. I was absolutely CERTAIN that pooberty would finally make me female. And then I grew up into a linebacker-sized nightmare. (To me.) Over six feet, broad shoulders... *sigh* the whole terrible change. Suicidal thoughts really kicked in about then, as did self-mutilation. Worst of all, back in the 70s there was so little known about transgenderism that it never, ever occurred to me that what I had - what I was feeling - was real, had a medical term, and that there was treatment. So the crushing guilt piled on, too.
The upside is that it is behind me and I know it won't get that bad ever again.
