As in those of us with sexual issues, do you still approach women and are still open to relationships? I’m caught in two minds about there is still a desire but with these ‘prolonged’ issues it kind of strips away my confidence… Anyone feel the same?
What sides are you still suffering from?
Since PFS I have only maken out with girls. First months I was so libidoless, passive (and had ED and curvature) I just didnt feel anything. I did obey myself to try it nevertheless…
After 9 months off I started to feel better and my last approach was kind of enjoyable again, erections while kissing, etc (though no 100% prefin sensations). However I am still afraid of the bedtime. I think I will use Cialis in order to stay confident.
Regarding starting a relationship, I think you have to be high % sexually recovered. I am not at that point yet.
this is some relevant topic… It has been almost 3 years now and I cannot believe that I’m still alive… I am sorry to sound discouraging etc, but I don’t know what the fuck am I waiting for. It makes me wonder do you actually have to be courageous to commit suicide or some abnormal neuro/psychological state is enough… I mean, on the one side I am completely conscious of how fucked up I am, but on the other, I haven’t lost zest for life and I’m still able to be joyful and desirous about things in it, which surprises me I guess. I just remember how sure I was before all this nightmare I wouldn’t live some lousy shitty life and that I would rather kill myself… Now I have lost everything but I am still walking the line… I mean, there’s hope of course, but… How Soon Is Now ? Is there any point to live in this zombie state a couple of years more, just to be condemned to commit suicide by the look of even your closest who can’t consider you normal after 4, 5 or I don’t know how many years of not having girlfriend, not to mention many other things… Actually I think I didn’t commit suicide only because of my parents… But I guess that reason will not suffice much longer.
It just came out of me, although I haven’t intended to write it… I intended to write about the topic.
When I think about approaching women, the first thing that comes to my mind is the situation when she sees my junk shriveled up… I mean, even on the unconscious level, it is probably one of the most embarrassing situations a man can imagine… It is one of the worst horrors actualized! So, that woman has to be unusually understanding and compassionate. But the problem is that my soul, all the great potential I once had is taken away from me overnight, so there’s not so much left.
The girl worth approaching, in this state, could be a life saver.
I am very sad about your situation Johnny I would help you whatever I can, PM me if you want to.
We took that shit too young. I think youth is a risk factor to develop PFS but also it is a good factor to improve better and faster.
In my case at almost 1 year mark off I can say life is bearable. Mentally I am almost cured, physically I think that if I do my best most sides are substantially reversible or improvable and sexually though just 45-50% of my capacity I think I could perform with some Cialis aid and hopefully in the future without help.
I have heard several stories like mine which happy ended. So I don’t know what is your situation and if you are slowly improving, but if not do your best to get it and be patient as well.
If you are mentally ok, thats the most important thing.
Regarding sexual ability I understand that one has to recovered enough so as to feel confident, but if you are only 45-50% recovered like me think that your half capacity can be even better than some men out there. I know lots of young men who took isotrenionin, lots who took/take antidepressants, lots porn addicted, lots with premature eyaculation, lots with good sexual function but that will never satisfy completely a woman, some with varicocele surgery, some who had an accident and now are quadriplejic, some with inherited problems such as micropenis or curved penis, some who are so terribly shy they can’t talk to any women…
I know how much shit is to experience this in our young early twentys, but we have too much time in front of us to recover and to meet the proper girl. That who reachs to turn you on even in a low libido state, who understands your situation, who make you forget this episode, that is your woman. You will have none doubt.
Every men is going to suffer ED and many of the symptoms you have already experienced and now they don’t know how lucky they are nor make the most of their possibilities. Imagine what you would be able to do when you are recovered. Think about it and get strenght from it to overcome everyday until you reach there.
Thanks man. You are def. right, I need to get out of that all or nothing type of thinking. It’s just that some days are really bad… Also, the fact that my condition changes from time to time keeps the hope living.
I used to to approach girls… I only had sex because mentally it gave me something. Now… years later, i’m tired of the whole experience. Waking up with no erection. Never getting excited to have a natural erection. Planing with ed pills and hoping they work. I resent talking to women because I can’t ‘really’ have sex with them. I don’t watch macho movies because it reminds that I could never just fuck her for sheer excitement of it. I’m jealous of other guys who get horny, pop a boner and fuck their gf.
I’ve put on a good face for years, and now its exhausted me. I hate everyone around me because of this… I don’t want to be around anyone. Leave me alone. All I want to do is put in my time. Go to work and go home like a dickless drone…
I dont approach women due to reduced libido.
I have low-normal T so my “alpha” characteristics have gone away.
Need to get my mind back to the way it was.
sometimes you have to think what if its really “in my head?” so be active do what ever you can do to be active, and try your chance.
Yes sanane.
This summer I will test myself. I think it is needed (even under low capabilities) to be sexually active in order not to get used to this nun life. In the same way as my grandparents have sex every now and then. I am going to take any chance.
I can relate, like I keep saying to family unless you’ve been through it you can never understand it
So much of what has been said is the dialogue that has been in relate in my head for the past ten years. The resentment rings loudest at this point in my PostPropecia life process. Im a hopeless romantic. It’s who I am. My soul. I was never going to be a bro with notches all over my bed frame, but I had my moments and I was supposed to have even more. But the bottom line is the love, and the regard I had for women is who I was mainly. They drove me to live, and laugh and love. I used to imagine what the woman I’d marry was doing at a precise moment in time, this woman I’d spend the rest of my life. Was she eating macaroni and cheese on the couch or filling the tank, whatever, made me feel real good. That has all eroded into resentment for everyone and everyrthing involved in a healthy and normal life arch. I even hold feel towards friends for getting married and seeing how I am now being reflected in their eyes and my parents eyes as they wait for me to even have a relationship.
I approached women for much of the past ten years. I got countless numbers that were just going through the motions and even went on a good many dates. But it was a hollow inevitability. I did them a favor by running away or not pursuing. I haven’t felt anything since I took propecia it took me ten years to completely lose the hope I was born with and now I have lost all social charm and wit. I’ve become a recluse, an eccentric. I can’t look people in the eye or hold conversations because I don’t really care and I gone and everything is a struggle.
I am really having hard times with girls. This is due to the fact that I require from them a bit of sensitivity in understanding what I am going through. Though this really is a repellant for girls. Even if they show they want to be nice, still I have to find a girl that is really going to accept this condition. I do not accept it myself, how can they do? However, as I get going, as I approach new girls, life gets easier. I learnt being a bit more attractive(saved my life) to girls and this really makes things a lot less painful.
As for the sexual part, this is the most unrelevant part. I explain I have to use Levitra and they accept it. The problem comes mostly from fears, depression, and things like that. Not all problems come directly from PFS. But well, most guys go through this even without PFS.
As you get more partners, you learn that they really do not need to know what you are going through. Even if you have the need to explain them your suffering, that’s not really a positive outbreak. They’re gonna leave you as soon as possible, maybe in the most brutal way, and that’s what you would do too if you were on their side.
The only solution is to get stronger, this comes in time, through suffering, but it gets better. If a girl leaves, go and find another, you will keep doing better and better as you learn how to behave.
In the end, this condition forces us to make progress as human beings, and this indeed makes us more attractive, as long as you keep learning. If I ever get out of pfs, my life will be 100 times better than what it was before pfs.
Never surrender, punch life(not girls 
) in the face. Keep fighting and life will be good again.
Anyhow, at least for the moment while I still keep adjusting, I avoid relationships(even the littlest kiss) with girls that risk to stay around me even after a breakup. This will make things obviously harder to digest. I prefer being airy to the most I can.
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This is one of the best topics I’ve seen here. One of the first symptoms I noticed from the crash was that I no longer had confidence “approaching” females. I started having anxiety when getting near them, it didn’t feel natural, I felt like my testosterone was reduced but then I realized the problem was deeper than just a big decrease in virility. Think about it, you get confidence around women from knowing you can do certain things, like perform sexually as well as having many skills and accomplishments unrelated to women. Suddenly you get brain fog and those aspects of your personality are taken away from you so what do you have besides the memories of the person you were? You cannot feel confident when you are no longer competent in the things that defined you. As much as I felt the changed hormonal profile and sexual side-effects like reduced penis size and sensation, it was the mental side-effects that castrated me.