Way before learning about otherkinity or therianthropy, back when I was a little baby creature, trapped in school, forced to hang out with 8 y/o humans, I would often sneak off and hide in the school library.
We weren't allowed to be there without a teacher present, but they often forgot to lock the door, and way in the back, far away from the windows, back where no one could find me, there just so happened to be a shelf full of 'mystery books.' They had everything, from UFOs, cryptids, and mythology to ESP, folklore... and werewolves.
These weren't big tomes - it was a village school with only 120 students, ranging from 5 to 12 years old. They were paperbacks catered mostly to 3rd graders, and they had all the trappings that those kinds of books tend to have, being sensationalist, scatterbrained, and simplistic at the best of times, and downright misinformed at the worst.
I know now that hypertrichosis had little to nothing to do with werewolf mythology. Werewolves were largely born out of fear of your neighbor, fear that they might be hiding something - and hypertrichosis is not exactly easy to hide. The tell-tale signs of werewolves are monobrows that can be plucked, a furry back that can be covered up, and a tendency to disappear for long stretches of time, while livestock get killed by wild animals.
But of course I didn't know that back then. My folkloric studies, as a 3rd grader, consisted of Dragonology and looking at pictures in my aunt's "Mysteries of the Unknown" collection, that I was far too young to have the patience to read.
So when I read about people who were thought to be werewolves because of their appearance, I took it at face value.
I wish the story takes a fantastical turn here, and that I started drawing fur on myself or wearing fur to school. But I was a quiet creature. I already got chased around by bullies at recess - why I hid in the library in the first place - and I didn't need to add to that.
But I envied the people who had fur. At least they were targeted for something visible, I thought. They didn't have to wonder why people might throw rocks at them or call them animals or act like their touch was poisonous.
I still sometimes wish I had hypertrichosis.
I finally found the cover of one of the books I would read over and over
It was 40-50 pages of 16p font with grainy greyscale images, explaining very basic facts (and 'facts') about werewolf mythology. And I devoured it.
I think that specific werewolf depiction is one of the reasons I am what I am today. The horns, the mane, the bulk... I remember trying to draw it, but I could never make it look quite right. Probably because I was 8.
Turns out the artwork is "The Orphan" by Don Maitz (1979). The original sold back in 2018, so I guess I'll just have to print out my own copy to frame.
Oh I feel this. As a pup I watched a lot of the Ripley’s Believe It Or Not tv show which did a hell of a lot of sensationalizing, BUT it introduced me not only to hypertrichosis but also Stalking Cat, Katzen Hobbes the Tiger Lady, and Erik Sprague the Lizardman. I saw both people being made out to be animals by others and people who chose to make themselves more into animals. And I was jealous of their fur! And their scales and their whiskers! I found myself wondering what it was like to have hypertrichosis.
I had a memorable dream when I was a teen where I was an x-man and when my mutant power manifested I permanently transformed into a bipedal werewolf. In the dream I was hated by non-mutants and wished I could hide my x-gene. I was attacked by some mutant haters, but an older mutant, with the power to shapeshift into a rabbit monster, rescued me. He spent a lot of time in human shape, even though his rabbit form was his “real” shape and felt more comfortable, because he was keeping his mutant status a secret. And he told me that sometimes he wished that he wasn’t able to hide it and that he HAD to show people who he really was. He saw a virtue in not letting my animal side be hidden. Since the dream I’ve tried to remember this and wear myself publicly but as you know it can be hard. I still don’t wear a tail as much as I could! But I still find myself wishing I had something that made me show off my lycanthropy, as it were, that it was harder to hide it than to wear it on my sleeve. Maybe some day it will be!















