Ever wonder what it feels like to have Pluto throw a cosmic tantrum on your childhood? Yeah, turns out handling a Pluto transit at forty with a few life smarts is one thing—but as a kid? That’s a whole other kettle of existential soup. Picture this: the universe tossing challenges your way before you’ve even learned to ride a bike, or worse, when puberty’s already making rollercoaster rides out of hormone chaos. The thing is, harsh transits in youth can shatter a child’s worldview like a cheerleader’s baton bouncing relentlessly on their head—tragically vivid imagery, right? And hey, it’s not just about astrology; we’re talking real-life battles—childhood illnesses, broken homes, relentless bullying—and yes, even the gut-wrenching pain parents endure watching their young ones suffer. So, ask yourself—did your early years come with a celestial storm? What punches did life throw your way before you had a chance to duck? Hold onto your helmets, folks—it’s a wild ride. LEARN MORE
It’s one thing to deal with a Pluto transit when you’re forty years old and you’re better equipped to exercise your free will. Dealing with a long-lasting harsh transit as a child can really mess with at child’s worldview.
My entire childhood was a Pluto transit, but the planet was in it’s natural house and my chart is quite nice. I could have been a lot worse! I’m reminded of this as a matter of routine due to my job. It is not at all unusual to see people of any age, get struck, hard.
You don’t need astrology to see this. There are children with cancer, fighting for their lives as I write this and you read it. Death of a parent. Divorce. Some kind of abandonment that leaves a family looking like a crime scene. Poverty. Family scandal. Loss of friend, perhaps the only friend that child has.
Or maybe it’s completely internal. You have a sensitive child, singled out by a bully over the course of some years. I will never forget the gal in my junior high school who was plagued in this way. The cheerleaders used to bounce the rubber ends of their batons, on top her head on the bus, all the way home, every day; taunts included. I can’t forget her, because I did not intervene. Granted, I was eleven years old; three years younger than the bullies, but I could feel her humiliation, yet I sat there and I watched her be tortured. How is a person supposed to survive such a thing? Welcome to puberty!
I can address this from a parent’s perspective as well. Holy cow, I was entirely unprepared for what it feels like, when you’re forced to watch your child suffer. Suffer through the kind of ordeal, serious transit can bring down upon a person. It breaks something inside of you; I can tell you that for sure.
It’s common to say, “I could never stand it if…” Next thing you know, you’re standing it, as you have no choice.
Did you have a vicious transit as a child? What was it? What happened?
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