Oh God, Puberty!
I came across some pictures of a young man in the throes of puberty. It made me think of my son at this age. It's soooo awkward.
This made me think of myself at that age. I was so consumed with my internal deal, it never occurred to me that people who had to witness it... well it's supernatural, isn't it. Natural but also super. What a transformation!
What do you recall about going through puberty? How about your kids? Grandkids?
Ugh, I remember it being an excruciating time! I developed fairly early and felt so out of place next to my peers and then I had all the unwanted attention from immature boys.... throw in hormones and periods and it was just a really uncomfortable time.
On the other hand, my son seemed to sail through puberty. He matured emotionally first, then slowly his body caught up. I was secretly looking forward to the 'squeaky voice' phase, because it's sweet, but it didn't happen, his voice just slowly deepened over time.
We moved when I was 11 and had a rough transition. I was really depressed 12-16. I ended up quitting school. I did come out of it eventually but it was bleak for awhile.
I enjoyed it, it made me feel I was coming into my own power as a young woman. I didn’t go through an awkward phase with puberty. Can’t say if it made me bitchy or not. You’d have to ask my parents.
I kinda felt like a boy up until age 16-17 since I was a late bloomer. I dressed like a tomboy because being a girly girl didn't really make much sense (my chart leans toward masculinity). I remember looking at the other girls and wondering why the f*ck would I want to curl my hair and dress like some kind of fake barbie doll for men to look at. But then the hormones finally came and I felt like an actual woman lol
Late 60's. I wanted to be an archeologist, or a designer in Paris, or Mrs. Peel. I was a bookworm with a fashion obsession. Late bloomer, stuffed Kleenex in my 28AA bras. Hopeless crush on a sun-kissed Kennedy-ish boy who went off to boarding school after 8th grade. Equally smitten with a Cheever-esque teacher who held court with the nerds after class and called us the "intelligentsia."
I dug for treasure in old farmhouse ruins, made bell bottoms in Home Ec sewing class, perfected my tree-climbing skills. Thank God I was too shy and nerdy to hang with the in crowd!