It seems I'm the only one.

Once I got past the random erection phase, it wasn't bad at all for me.   

I never had achne.
I have light auburn hair so shaving and shadow was never a big issue.
My parents trusted me enough to let me do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.
And all my friends were actors and stagecraft folks, which pretty much means I was accepted for who I was. (Whatever that was ...)

Some people have had a really rough go at it.  I always tried to be their friend, but sometimes they just didn't want a friend.   I actually had a more difficult time in the college years than in the teenage puberty years.

It was a living hell for me and thankfully i accidentally got some meds to stop it which took me back to prepuberty and that took me back to a place of peace and self control.

i hated that nasty male sex drive it was helllllll   i am glad to be post op MTF but living as a FTM as best as i can

Puberty itself was fine; it happened so slowly I barely noticed - and not much happened.
School was tough though, it was a good week if I didn't get punched in the head or beaten with sports equipment.

Not at all.
It was hellish for the others.
For me it was more like just boring.
It was one of my most productive periods, I wish I had that much free time again :<

It was more like someone left the Gates of Hell open and I had to go see what there was to see.

Otherwise, it was the final blow to my imagination that somehow I was going to be a girl.
Found out that I could be, of a sort. And then spent the rest of it with guys who liked me just for the sex. And then getting beaten and beating those who picked on me because I was a little different.

Nah...it was more like Hell Week for 3 yrs.

I think I missed puberty, or a lot of it. I was just oblivious.

My parents gave me an electric razor when I was 14; it was the latest technology. For me, shaving was just one more thing to slow me down in the morning. At 15, I stopped, but the barber cut off all my beard, leaving only a pencil mustache. Yuk. So I resumed shaving until I was an adult, though I'd forget if in a hurry. People would notice, and complain about my unshaven face.

I grew taller, but remained shorter than my peers.

At dances, I wanted to stand and talk with a mixed group. That drove the chaperones wild: we were supposed to dance, not talk. I didn't need to discover girls; we already were friends. The only times I dated were when the grown-ups insisted, mainly the confirmation dance and the senior prom.

I had masturbated, lying prone, since I was a toddler. Now, messy liquid came out

Mostly, I was known as a brain, which meant people tended to leave me alone.

Was there something else I should have noticed?

S

I was one of them mood swingy people, I used to get very angry, very quickly when I was a teenager.

being as I was a year older then most of my class ( I repeated grade 2) when I hit pubity I was the odd one out I was picked on for being Big "down there" the year before some of them copped minimal flack about being small and I was paid out on for having a low voice when my voice broke.  I also had more dificulties chatting with Guys as there main interest was sex or sport 2 things I've never had any interest in.  I hated having to shave and that girls seemed to no longer want to be friendly to me.  I felt like I had no friends the insistance of my Mum that I shave and society telling me that for me to attract friends I had to be something I wasn't, that was much worse then the actual changes I kept hearing how it was normal for boys my age to do things that I had no interest in at the time I was at an all Boys catholic school and when my Dad spoke to the headmaster about me being bullied he was told that it was the schools duty to toughen me up.  I didn't stay at that school much longer. Life was a nightmare at that age but I don't think puberty was a big part of the hell for me

I was a year YOUNGER than my class. You could enroll a kid into 1st grade when they were 5 where I first lived, and my folks thought that was a capital idea. So i went all through school being a year shorter, smaller, and less emotionally developed than my peers.

And then I was a small guy, with feminine ways, which didn't help any. I weighed 120lbs and wore a size 28 waist jean up until I was about 24.

I was an easy target and was ostracized and got into fights every once in a while. I was NOT in with the "in" crowd. The other misfits were my friends.

So i became a recluse. I scheduled my classes so that I could finish high school sooner, and so that I could miss most of the school population. My senior year was essentially a non event.

High school was not "hell" so much as the earlier years were.

puberty itself was just a blip on the radar. It happened so young (probably started around 9 with chest growth).. that.. I didn't get much time to get used to being a child. I refused to shave and wear a bra til I was 15 and 12 respectively, and I didn't like the fact that blood was coming out of me and causing me severe pain - but I also didn't hate myself.

The bullying was the worst part - getting called he-she day in day out in junior high cuz I looked like a dude.

It didn't phase me much.  I was weird before, weird during and weird after.  No big deal

I was NOT in with the "in" crowd. The other misfits were my friends.

Funny thing is that 20 years out of high-school you find a lot of the misfits have done very well for themselves while the 'in crowd' winds up working in a gas station.

Quote from: tekla on December 28, 2010, 01:06:57 PM
I was NOT in with the "in" crowd. The other misfits were my friends.

Funny thing is that 20 years out of high-school you find a lot of the misfits have done very well for themselves while the 'in crowd' winds up working in a gas station.

Nether was I but I'm glad I wasn't in the "in crowd" but puberty still sucked.

Quote from: tekla on December 28, 2010, 01:06:57 PM
I was NOT in with the "in" crowd. The other misfits were my friends.

Funny thing is that 20 years out of high-school you find a lot of the misfits have done very well for themselves while the 'in crowd' winds up working in a gas station.

Funny how it almost always work out that way.

Puberty was slow, was about a year behind everyone else, didn't notice it much.
School on the other hand, has always been hell, by the time I got to 8th grade I was skipping 2-3 days a week.
Even now doing part time at UNI where everyone is nice I find that for no reason at all I hate/distrust the other students.
I used to hate doing group work, and complained about any class that had it. Strange thing is that now after starting transition I am actually looking forward to the next semester, and I really want to do a class that has group work elements in it.

As for the In Crowd i wasn't even in school after 8th grade so there was no in crowd for me. Before that  had been sexually abused by a nun in the basement of the convent. Then I was used by a girl and had my heart broken and I would buy her and all her friends slurpies at the 7-11 because i had 2 paper routes and went tipping at the bazaar of all nations and earned extra money there. I was often abused by guys physically and mentally. I was smaller and weaker and then there was drugs which by 10 yrs old i was doing LSD and diet pills together in 1965 which a neighbor got from Timothy leary in NYC because the neighbor went there for guitar lessons. Oh then there was my abusive Dad who was drunk all the time and beat us all with a army paddle, so i tried to stay away from home as much as possible. Then there was the trouble i go into following the other wild kids seeking attention. They lead me into hell. Yes i followed. Then there was suicide and mental hospitals and running away and hitchiking all over the USA trying to find love and stay away from trouble and give my poor mom a break as i slept under bridges and advoided cities and mainly stayed in the country and mountain regions where i could find caring people. Then there was that puberty hell which became a daily addiction that i dreaded because it promoted a love hate thing which kept me isolated and alone and private. So if your young make sure you don't let it ruin your life and take you down that lonely place of isolation and lonliness from self abuse which caused me to cut up my arms with razors or trying to overdose or hang myself. Nasty nasty terrible life that was and i am so glad i transitioned and found new found freedom from that drug that the body produced and made my life a lonely one.

Puberty was a nightmare for me.  First my chest started hurting and I got these two bumps which got larger as time went on.  Then about 7th grade I started bleeding every month and had to wear something to absorb it.  Finally found out how tampons work and that I could put one inside me and forget I was bleeding for awhile.  I was nolonger accepted as one of the boys, by the boys I had always played sports with.  My life changed greatly in about 2 years.

Puberty wasn't that bad.  The only thing that really bothered me a lot was facial hair.  More specifically:  shaving the facial hair.  I cannot stand to shave hair.  It is so annoying.

The only other thing which bugged me a lot was wet dreams.  In the dreams I would have an intense desire to be female.  When I woke up, it was a huge letdown to have a mess in my underwear.  It wasn't so much that having male parts was so bad.  It was the inability to control those parts that was frustrating.  I also didn't like random erections for the same reason, but those were much easier to ignore.

I think that most of my puberty distress was subconscious.

On the front of my mind I just thought, "Okay, I got my first period". (I was well prepared for this) I even remember thinking, "Gee, when will my boobs get bigger so that I'll become more womanly"  I guess I was under the impression that I'd start to feel more like a girl if I had boobs.

But at the same time I would have crying fits for "no reason".  I remember that I would lock myself in my bedroom, punch the walls, take of all of my clothes and cry.  I didn't know why though.

Mostly, I just hated all the shaving...legs and arm pits that is.    And the menstrual stuff...that was mostly just annoying as well.  More than anything, puberty was puzzling and annoying.  I wasn't particularly happy with it, but everyone else was going through it too, so I figured none of us were particularly happy with it.