I am not yet diagnosed for PCOS. I'm 21 years old, and since I have gotten my very first period at 13, I have been irregular. Three periods a year, give or take. No pattern as far as I know, no consistencies... My father raised me alone since I was 11, and I couldn't even think about mentioning to him that I have irregular periods. I even lied to my primary doctor as a teenager, telling him I was regular, because I was so embarrassed about it.
Did it ever, ever concern me? No! No way! I thought I was so incredibly lucky to not have to deal with that 12 times a year. Two or three alone was too much! How did other women do it? How could they run around and play, enjoy themselves swimming, enjoy vacations, and have intercourse and live carefree lives with all that bleeding going on? I couldn't--I still can't--imagine it.
But as time went on, I had to admit that something was wrong with me. It can't be good, I'm a women after all. Yet I cling for my childhood, I think, and by not having my periods--by possibly being infertile--I can pretend I'm still a careless little girl.
So I put off going to the doctors. There seemed to be no point. I didn't want to be fixed.
I DON'T want to be fixed.
But I went. I saw the OBGYN for the very first time ever two days ago, and told her all my issues. We don't know if I have PCOS yet, but when I mentioned it, she said that she believed that that's what I had. I had a blood test done to rule out some other possibilities (which I'll be getting back sometime this week), and she gave me an ultimatum. Either call her every 90 days that I don't have a period, or go on birth control to help regulate my hormones. I chose the latter. She was a very nice lady, and I don't regret going.
And yet... The possibility of me having PCOS doesn't scare me. It doesn't worry me. I don't even care. This is me, and it's the only me I know, and I love the me I am for the most part. Why would I want to change her?
The possible symptoms of birth control scare me. Weight gain. Depression. Decrease in sex drive. I shouldn't worry about something that might not even happen, but I don't know. And worse of all, regular periods... Will I acquire PMS too? That's not the me I know. Will I become *****y? That's not me either.
Yet I'm willing to take this risk. Why? To help fix my cycle? To protect my uterus and ovaries? No. I do it for those selfish possibilities. Weight loss. Sex. Breast enlargement (a possible bonus). Perhaps the dark, thick hairs above my lip will stop growing.
I feel selfish about it. I feel out of touch. Many women are devastated or hurt to know that they could be or are infertile. It hurts their womenhood. Maybe I don't feel the same way because if I have children, I want to adopt them. But I still feel strange that I can be so out of touch with my problem. Strange that... For the longest time, I embraced my problem.
What's more, returning to the weight issue... I'm so lost there. I really don't weigh that much, and my BMI isn't so high compared to others around here. Even ladies without PCOS. So why aren't I up there? I feel like I eat a lot--a lot of junk, especially--but I'm just not up there. And when I try to lose weight, it's hard, but I see a consistency if I view it just right. I want desperately to blame my extra weight on PCOS... but I don't think I have the right to.
What's kind of funny is that I'm more worried and concerned about NOT being worried or concerned about having PCOS

If you read all this, thank you... I'd appricate... I don't know. Your opinion? Your experience? Guidence? I feel pretty alone. But I also feel SO selfish and so... shallow for not feeling the way I think I'm "supposed" to...

You have a very excelent point. Being 21 I feel pretty immortal, and having children is the furthest thing from my mind. I feel like I should feel... less womanly because of this possible handicap(?) but I don't. Age probably has a lot to do with it.
I imagine that being raised by a single dad may have a lot to do with how you feel for sure. I hope you find a course of treatment that you are satisfied with. Good luck!
So many of us have baggage from our childhoods, but generally we muddle along and somehow get through life with our heads on straight. You have to learn a lot of things on your own—I know I did—but you'll do fine. Personally, while I know it would have been helpful to have my mother to talk with growing up, I like the things about me that one tends to find more in men than women, and no one would even know I grew up without a mother unless I told them about it. I *pass* just fine.
I even have the biggest shoe collection of any woman I know. But, seriously, feminine is as feminine does. There are innumerable kinds of women, so you blend in fine, I'm sure. Ultimately, I am at peace with how I grew up, and I consider "right" to be being true to who I am.