Boys…Im just at my end. I merely can not take this anguish anymore, truthfully. It consumes my days. I can’t even remember when there was a day where I woke up and felt good about the day and others to come. Then one day I thought losing my hair was the WORST thing in the world, foolish boy. I took this fucking poison blindly without research or second opinion, fuck me. These last couple of years have truly, truly been my lowest and only by the compassion and understanding of my parents I am still here. God only knows where I’d be if I didn’t have them.
Now, I know there are men on this site physically suffering worse in terms of severity and the quantity of side effects and BELIEVE I empathize, seriously. My biggest complaint is the genital insensitivity and sometimes my penis takes on odd shapes. Hard flaccid? Probably, but not sure.
However, because of these symptoms I am so drenched in pure fear that I will never:
- be able to enjoy sex ever. I just want the amazing sensation of penetration into a vagina back. (not much to ask, right?)
- have a romantic relationship with a girl I love
- have children
Just as a side note. Seen Jacobs (once on the phone and another in person). Checked my blood levels and says that I do not suffer from textbook PFS.
But still, this shit fucked my dick up so I am in the same boat as you guys as far as Im concerned. He put me on Ativan hoping that it would calm me down. Idk.
It’s all I think about and nothing will distract me. I also feel that I have lost the ability to love a girl. Now, this maybe from the propecia or the depression associated with my issues with my penis. That can really drain your self worth and confidence and nothing worse than those to kill libido or loving feelings.
I just want to feel like the way I was when I was 17 or 18 and saw a girl I just wanted to, you can imagine. Instead I am merely filled with utter melancholy. I swear if these symptoms disappeared you’d see the happiest man in the world. I feel I would be that man had propecia not hurt me.
I simply don’t see a future with those things I want and with each passing day the dream wanes as my fear grows staring down the barrel of a potentially lonely life and contemplating ending it, which I don’t want but what the fuck else am I supposed to do.
So…why am I here? For suggestions, for some perspective, some guidance, compassion? Idk…Idk boys.
Thanks for reading. Good luck to all. Much love.
Stephen