A thought

[Nocturne]

One thing this forum has taught me:

ED makes you feel like a "loser", but from what I'm seeing it seems like the only real "losers" are the poor guys who don't seek help.

I suffered almost complete ED overnight, probably due to a mix of phenomenally low T, phenomenally high levels of atherosclerosis for a guy my age brought in by a combination of lifestyle and bad genes, and psychological issues stemming from that first ED experience. Gradually, over months, some combination of low dose Cialis, weight loss, and T therapy gradually brought me back to functionality, although I am constantly and painfully aware of the fact that I am not what I used to be, and fearful of what I will become.

I definitely have anxiety and issues with fear of loss of sexual functionality. Imagine what it would be like if you woke up one day and your legs just didn't work. No one really knew or could explain WHY (although there were several theories, including it being "all in your head"), but between the docs and yourself you tried several different treatments as you experienced the horror of not being able to walk and freaked out about spending the rest of your life in a chair. And slowly, gradually, your legs began to work again -- though no one could say for sure just WHY -- and you regained the ability to walk, though not as well as you know you used to be able to.

Wouldn't you spent the rest of your life freaked out with worry that whatever it was that caused your legs to stop working would spontaneously come back?

But many of you who have had similar experiences already know this awful feeling.

I look at the "final frontier" implant sub forum and see a bunch of guys who went from zero to hero and seem to be loving life. Every time my dick slacks off a bit, or just doesn't act like it used to, I remember them and try to look past the darker times ahead to the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm getting treatment, and I'm going to minimize the time I have to spend with a floppy dick and mediocre sex that I feel apologetic for. This sub-par guy who is continuing to slide downward is not who I will always be. And I'm only a "loser", really, if I fail to seek the appropriate treatment.

[radioradio]

Nocturne,

Extremely well put. I made my decision knowing that my ability to "walk" would be different than it was. Probably much better, possibly not at all, but I knew it couldn't get worse. I knew other aspects of my "legs" might be affected, and that like all surgeries, there were (still are) risks.

Well, I made my decision about 5 weeks ago and had my prosthesis implanted 4 days ago. Now comes the healing and rehab.

Your analogy is right on. And the anxiety can make its own reality come true.

Bob 2.0