It’s been seven months off and it would appear that I am completely messed up because this crap. As it is I am scheduled to see Dr. Shippen to see if there is anything that he can do.
If things don’t work out…
Plan B:
In the event that there is nothing that can be done about this, and assuming I am still able to sustain myself financially (I was a brilliant programmer and now I might be average-- hopefully), is there anyone that would be willing to live together? It sounds crazy I know, but I fear that no one else will ever really be able to understand me except another Propecia afflicted individual. It most definitely wasn’t in my list of dreams and aspirations but I honestly don’t know what else to do. I’m completely asexual, which would be bad enough as is, but also socially crippled. If there is one thing that I can’t do it is live alone for the rest of my life, and the only other people that would truly be able to understand me are other people which have been cursed with this affliction. If suicide is seriously on your to-do list then PLEASE consider my offer as an alternative.
If anyone else in the United States is interested or might be in the future let me know.
If my normal social life is over at the age of 22 then so be it, but I’ll be fucked in the ass (no pun intended) if I’m going to die alone. By the way, I live in New Jersey, United States but I will move if I have to.
It might just be a hysterical rant and I might feel differently later but probably not. I’m still getting these weird panic attacks.