*RobinMoiraWhite · Yesterday 10:09
I care because I remember so very clearly how horrible a time it was for me.*
If you are reading, Robin, let me quickly tell you about my puberty.
I was nine when I started my periods in the early 1980s. It was so humiliating. The other children - boys and girls - were morbidly fascinated and used to lift up my skirt to try and see my pad, or the blood. I was followed into the girls loos by a gang of boys once, who wrestled me to the floor, took my pad and went running into the playground with it, laughing and waving it about. Thank God the assault wasn't worse.....
I also had C cup breasts. I was tiny, the smallest in my class, with this woman's body and other kids would poke, stare, point, ask questions. I was continually followed around by kids snapping my bra strap.
The teachers were utterly useless, they had no idea what to do and I was never offered any privacy. I had to change for PE with everyone else - boys only on the other side of a flimsy partition, used to peer through the holes at me getting undressed and the girls around me used to think it was funny to snatch away the clothes or towels I was trying to cover myself up with so the boys could see.
I would have done ANYTHING to be spared all that. I would have gobbled up puberty blockers. If I was that 9 year old girl today I would be consuming tiktok and other social media, I would be begging for another choice.
Turns out, though, although it was horrible it was actually completely the correct puberty for me and I am so glad I am now a fully intact, functioning woman - albeit peri menopausal, a whole other story, hey Robin?