"then came those years i which i was forced to recognize the existence of a drive within me that had to make itself small and hide from the world of light. the slowly awakening sense of my own sexuality overcame me, as it does every person, like an enemy and terrorist, as something forbidden, tempting and sinful.
what my curiosity sought, what dreams, lust and fear created- the great secret of puberty- did not fit at all into my sheltered childhood. i behaved like everyone else. i led the double life of a child who is no longer a child. my conscious self lived within the familiar and sanctioned world, it denied the new world that dawned within me.
side by side with this i lived in a world of dreams, drives, and desires of a chthonic nature, across with my conscious self desperately built fragile bridges, for the childhood world within me was falling apart.
like most parents, mine were no help with the new problems of puberty, to which no reference was ever made. all they did was take endless trouble in supporting my hopeless attempts to deny reality and to continue dwelling in a childhood world that was becoming more and more unreal.
i have no idea whether parents can be of help, and i do not blame mine. it was my own affair to come to terms with myself and to find my own way, and like most well-brought-up children, i managed it badly"
-hermann hesse demian (40-1)