Rawness1111 wrote:I know and have talked to several females who tell me about guys with different forms of ed issues. I know guys who only have sex on their backs because if they get up they can't maintain their errection. Then there are others that can have sex but only for a short amount of time. Like 5 minutes tops. Lastly there are others who can have sex but usually do it in a certain routine to remain hard. All of these things seem OK to deal with as long as it works. But over the years it can become depressing. Especially for those who have done everything so that those things don't happen but they still do. So when is it time to call it quits and get the implant?
Of course it is at a different stage for different people. Many factors play a role. How bad is your ED, how old are you, what other gear are you ok with using (pills, injections, pumps etc) and so on.
But my short answer would be:
When your life is substantially negatively affected.
For some that is as soon as they get some level of ED. For some, the threshold is much higher.
Why? Because of lots of things.
How important sex is. That is actually different for different people.
How mentally strong we are to handle shit in our lives. Some get depressed for a coffee stain on their new shirt and some can live through hell and still feel fine.
How much else in life we have that is important to us. Do you put your whole happiness down to your sexual performance or is it just a piece of a great puzzle.
And the list goes on.
But again, when you feel that your ED and your poor sex has just gotten to the point when it makes you feel miserable. When it starts to impact you and change you. And there is no way to get out of that place. You just know that until you get a working dick you will continue to be miserable.
That's when it's time to get an implant.
For some that happens already at a mild-moderate ED level. While at the other extreme, that point never comes for some no matter how bad their ED is.
In my case, with a life-long history of some level of ED, there were two incidents that kick-started my downward spiral.
Both of them kind of made me realise how bad my ED was and what I was missing.
One was that I did a surgery repairing veins in my dick. Which hade massive effect to start with. I was cured. But only for a couple of months. But those months... Holy shit. I wanted more.
The other was a true, open, cut the BS talk with my wife while in the process of discussing the implant with her.
I asked her, again, how my dick (and especially its erectional ability (or disability)) was compared to men she had previously been with.
As I said, I had some form of ED ever since puberty. Of course I knew my dick sucked, but not really how bad it sucked. So I never really knew what was normal. Even though I started to guess after the surgery mentioned above.
She always said she didn't want to compare me to other men she'd been with, and that what we had was good, and she loved me, etc, etc.
And maybe I was afraid of the answer and never pushed for it.
But as a part of the implant-or-not discussion, I asked again, And asked her to answer honestly.
This was an important input for my decision.
So she told me.
I don't know exactly how many guys she'd been with before me, but in the ballpark of 5. Maybe 3, maybe 8. But that ballpark. And we met when we were 24, so obviously, her previous boyfriends where all young.
But her answer: Nobody of them ever had any difficulty to either get it up or keep it up. Every bloody time it was just hard when needed and stayed that way till it was all done. All of them. Every time.
Baaam!. That hit me. From that moment, knowing how great it was with a lasting erection (while the vein surgery still had effect), and how useless my crap dick was compared to her previous lovers - things just went downhill.
Up till that point, sure it bothered me. It bothered me as hell. But it didn't suck every minute of my energy. I still had a great life. Basically everything in my life was great. This was not tipping me over the point.
But after that moment it did. I couldn't get it out of my head. Every time we had sex and my crap dick went down, I felt like shit. And it started to take up my energy day and night.
A week later I contacted Dr. Eid. Three months later I had a Titan in my dick.
And I never regretted anything.