Living with No BodyNow let’s return to that word, ‘s****l’. I couldn’t have cared less about my female body nor did I value it whatsoever. In fact, I hated it. If I had been abused sexually, or even if there had just been some inappropriateness, that certainly had an effect on top of my distancing from my body, female as it was. I hit puberty at age ten, which sucked. Another five- or six-years’ delay like some girls would have helped a lot. But nope, and my periods were dreadful. So there’s that set up for junior high and high school. Also right then some other physical problems erupted, like irritable bowel syndrome and fibromyalgia, although, not my skin. I had great skin, not that I cared, since I didn’t feel connected to my body, anyhow.
So, was it the times, my own amorality, carele
