In the late 6o's when I was 9 I had extremely hairy arms and legs which never bother me until I began piano lessons.
But my piano teacher and his awful, awful creepy son made me extremely aware of them by commenting on them, stroking my arms whenever I had a lesson. So I began to use my dads razor when I had a bath, covered up summer an winter and developed quite a complex.
I didn't know what to do!
The son would come and sit on the sofa whilst I waited to start my lesson. It didn't matter how far I inched away up the sofa, he would inch up too , pressing my leg against his.
I never dared tell my parents as apparently I was 'a liar' and made everything up - I didn't, you couldn't at that age.
By the time I'd got to age 14-15 I began missing the lessons and my parents found out. Didn't dare tell them that the son made me feel sick, so took the 'punishment' from them for 'letting the music teacher down'.
Years later I heard the son was imprisoned for child sex offences. Good, utter bastard that he was.
At the age of around 55 I finally stopped shaving both the arms and legs, and now only do the ,legs if I'm stressed....... funnily enough, that's when I also went NC with both parents.
Sorry that was so long - it really triggered a memory for me.