I'm doing this anonymously because I'm worried about how people here will react but... here goes. So I started officially going through puberty in second grade - before my parents could even give me 'the talk.' I had my first official period in at the end of second grade too. I was scared and didn't know what it was, but I didn't tell my parents because I was even more afraid that it was due to something I had been doing since kindergarten - which was watching porn and masturbating. There's a reason I started that young - one I'm certainly not proud of and not entirely sure if I want to tell, but it has to do with my older brother and I when I was just starting kindergarten and he was starting third grade. Regardless - it was obvious that I was way early to the puberty game. I was already growing darker hair on my body, my breasts were already coming in, and I was already getting acne. I got bullied a lot for it throughout elementary school, mostly because they had no clue what was actually happening. In fourth grade, the entire school got 'the talk.' And suddenly everything made sense. The moment I got my next period I told my parents. Mind you at that point even though it had been nearly two years, it still hadn't become regular. My mother was kind of mad - more because it happened to be right before I had to leave for school and it made a mess (so of course I immediately regretted telling her because I was so used to dealing with the mess on my own by that point). Anyways. First strange part to this story - I'm seventeen now and my periods still aren't regular. I've gone to a gynecologist, and she's told me there's nothing wrong with me. I've been on two different types of birth control to regulate it, but both have failed miserably (I end up actually getting periods every other week when on the pill, but when I'm off of it I seem to stop having them almost completely). I'm not sure what's causing that, though I have a feeling it could deal with my early puberty - which I haven't told my gynecologist about because my mother insists on being in the same room during all doctors appointments.

Part 2 of this strange story - I stopped growing completely in fifth grade. I don't think anyone expected that. People kept telling me I had more growing to do, but I'm still the same height and my fast metabolism seems to have disappeared. My bra size hasn't changed any either. Imagine a fifth grader having to walk around with a DD cup size - it was awful. According to some, it seems I mentally matured early as well. I don't really know about that, but I guess I'll take their word for it. And here's the best part. I met a guy through a group chat in 7th grade. For a year we were just best friends but then I realized I liked him a whole heck of a lot more than just as a friend. Before I go any further let me back it up a bit. From 3rd grade through 8th grade I was dabbling in some dangerous stuff. I was basically the definition of an Internet whore. You hear all the time about older guys preying on younger girls? Well I was a younger girl preying on older guys and playing them like fiddles. Fast forward now to when me and the guy I met start talking more seriously. We met through a role play (not the sex kind... well not entirely the sex kind) group online and talked a lot on Skype as well. Eventually he told me that he thought maybe he wanted to be more than friends and I agreed. Only problem was that he was six years older than me and he didn't know it. He thought I was 18. Genuinely thought I was 18. About a week into starting to talk more seriously I finally told him the truth. Yeah, it came as a shock, but after talking for a while we both decided to continue on and see where the relationship went. Because of him, I stopped being such an Internet whore. I can accredit him with so many things including saving my life multiple times. We're still together nearly 5 years later. I don't tell many people this except for my closest friends, but last year after a lot of talking and consideration, we decided that we were both ready to take things a little further when he came to visit me next. Believe it or not, the one who was nervous and unsure about it was HIM! We made an agreement to not have vaginal sex until after I was 18, and went on with it - and let me tell you, it was the best oral and manual sex /ever/ and I honestly would not have changed my decision.

You see, most people keep saying it's so wrong for a minor to be in love with someone that's not a minor. But we have a stable and healthy relationship just like any other typical couple that's built on trust and consent. And knowing how much earlier I began puberty, the differences between us physically (and even mentally - he's certainly not the most mature man lol)... well... really there are no differences other than that I'm a woman and he's a man. So is it really so wrong? I don't know. I still intend to stay with this man forever. He's still the love of my life.

Sorry for the rant but these are just a few things I needed to get out and I wanted to hear some other people's opinions.