Not so funny.
I talk about the side effects that I had, or at least thought I was supposed to have. I've found later that the rearing from adults afterwards can be worse than dealing with the actual effects yourself.
It's Not our Problem. It's theirs-the perpetrators-to be left with them.
The laying down with my arms crossed over my chest in a somewhat seemingly experimental position, crazy talks of sexual asking questions in curiosity, and too deep of inner soul searching at a very young age-is all instilled by those covering it up.
I was supposed to be watched all the time-afraid I would give away their secrets, made sure that I wasn't educated enough, (and drugged regularly on a non regular schedule-this made me look off and unbelievable), and kept in a crowd of those who don't express.
Being well educated obviously would make me too believable, ending in crashing the party. Being around those opposing breaks up the groups. Finding comfort and security outside these closed-in bounds leads to freedom and conversation-breaking away.
Be Free!! Fly!