Hi,
I registered a few days ago but wasn’t able to post my case in a single message, and after several failed attempts, the system finally is telling me that a post should not exceed 10000 characters, so I had to divide it in 3 parts. Sorry for extending so much.
I just really, really, utterly beg anyone who reads this, not to be harsh with me for using hormones the way I did. I have lived my whole life with a crushed self esteem and I can't describe how ashamed I am to come here and tell what follows. After all I have endured , a snowball that began forming since my childhood, only to end this way, I really could not endure any negative critic, and that is why I provide my psychological background, because it was utter desperation that drove me to do what I did. Wish I could have grown as a normal individual and live not only as a man, but even as a human being, which my family didn't allow when I was young and physically healthy. I'm 35 now, almost 36 in a month and a half.
My main language is not English, so I may have a few errors.
Long story summarized in a few lines: I’m having prostate issues due to having used testosterone AND estradiol at the same time. Yes, just by saying that you could imagine many wrong things. Sure no intelligent man that values his manhood and above all his health would do that, but please let me explain what and why I did it. And no, I have no gender issues, it is a very different situation. I used myself as a guinea pig in a desperate attempt to reset my brain after 7-8 years of misery being chemically castrated and much more due to a SSRI and also due to my impulsiveness and ignorance back then.
I had a history of psychological abuse and neglect when I was a kid and a teenager. I grew up being too awkward with severe social anxiety, confused, and atop of that, sexually repressed in an ethernal battle between reason and instincts inside myself, very powerful instincts and sexual urges which I just had to contain or feel extreme guilt and regret.
I still am attractive despite my poor health. At 6 years of age, I turned on lots of girls around me, lots of girls who wanted to be with me and they even physically fought in front of me for my attention and company in my first school But, I never realized that I was attractive, not then, and not even as a young adult.
After my possessive and manipulative mother changed me to another school at 7 years, I never was allowed to coexist with girls ever again until when I was 17, and by that time I was far too changed, an empty , confused, lost soul who didn't know how to interact with others and wasn't able to recognize and accept my greatest desires and wishes. Similar to the tale of the ugly duckling, I was never aware that I was handsome -something that, even without girls during all those years, was proven by the fact that *** boys were always around me and I didn't recognize why, I wasn't even capable of distinguishing them, was far too innocent in many aspects-. But unlike the ugly duckling tale with a happy ending, I remained insecure forever, and didn't manage to get a girlfriend even after I began to be in contact with the opposite sex at 17 and, again, there were those girls that overtly flirted with me and I still didn't realize. I was blind, totally blinded by my psychological traumas and very low self esteem, and my toxic mother.
Over the years it became a source of depression the fact that I wished to have a girlfriend, as I began to accept that desire, that dream, although I still was more than less my own enemy by not accepting my sexual , animal part. I had lots of romantic feelings but rejected the persistent sexual thoughts, and porn and masturbation, it was my greatest pleasure turned into a perpetual suffering. And this very slowly began fading, very, VERY slowly, until in 2010 I went into my worst depressive-anxious-psychotic crisis which as I identify, it opened my eyes so abruptly and painfully that the sudden bright light burnt my vision, and so I went nuts. It was then when I declared myself lost. I was so stupid to think that, I just had 27 years, maybe a late age for starting, but still with a long way to go and enjoy life, but a massive years long depression was not something easy to cope with especially being all alone and until that time, still manipulated, taught to be like the little elephant who grew chained to a stake and feeling unable to escape even as a grown one.
A whole year later, when my depression reached its climax, I was suicidal and went on the SSRI sertraline for 8 or 9 months. And it was precisely during the last months on it that I met a girl who just a couple months later, gave me my first kiss, at the age of 28. A kiss. The thing I wished the most in my life, at least to begin with. But that kiss was totally empty. I mean, I couldn't feel it, enjoy, nothing. And when she proposed me to have sex, I didn't function, and when I managed to barely function, it was as pleasureless and emotionless and meaningless as kissing and cuddling. Her skin, it was nothing special to touch. I couldn't feel butterflies in my stomach even when I knew -at the moment- she was the one I have been waiting all my life. We were like Joel and Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but there was something very wrong with this Joel: I had developed PSSD in mid-late 2011, which I suppose some of you have heard. Post SSRI Sexual Dysfunction, a syndrome much alike the better known Post Finasteride Syndrome. It is basically the same just from different causes, so you can imagine my desperation when I came to realize what had happened to me after 28 years of not being able to love or have sex or being able to date someone and enjoy. From a bad situation, I entered a worse one. I always was able to dream, to feel in love albeit in secret, to feel great attraction. I remember when I was 18, 19, 20, even 26, and I felt butterflies in my stomach due to different girls, and also I remember the mere hands touching with other girls in the past, even girls which I didn't like but they liked me, and that sensation was still beautiful and intense. And now when finally able to become engaged to someone, when finally able to accept my sexuality, I lost it all, I wasn't me anymore. When the moment came, I was out of the game, and at that time I was far from knowing that indeed it was game over.
Years passed, as I become more and more desperate due to my chemical castration -despite the flattened emotions that PSSD left me with-. It was iatrogenic depression, unable to cry anymore, even unable to feel the impulse to commit suicide, but trapped in a dead body and brain. I tried many meds and supplements, to no avail, since PSSD itself left me unable to feel the good effects of almost any substance, particuarly on dopamine.
Until two years ago, when I came to know a case where rats administered SSRIs and which developed PSSD like symptoms, were given estradiol + DHT to reverse them. And began to research and comprehend many loose pieces of my problem. Beginning with a loose and long forgotten piece of the puzzle: the fact that 3 or 4 months before starting sertraline, during my crisis, I decided to use proviron alone -mesterolone, DHT analogue- in an impulsive and psychotic attempt to 'feel like a man' as I thought back then. I did it in a futile attempt to overcome my social anxiety when I fully accepted my sexual nature in a very bad mental shape, just to be able to rebel against my old stigma and to prove myself by paying for sex. But although indeed my high sex drive increased to unimaginable levels, my social anxiety was still greater.
Back then, I didn't know anything about steroids, I had never used them, but I wanted to feel like some kind of superman, macho man, and found it easy to try proviron without doing research. Three weeks on it, and after an initial, raging surge of sex drive as never before despite my sex drive having being high, and then I was castrated as my HPTA axis crashed. Full ED, my testicles virtually disappeared and was unable to ejaculate a single drop. And then 3 months passed when I didn't do anything to recover, mainly because I wasn't illustrated -about PCTs in this case- and also because of lack of money. But when I finally was able to start a PCT, and was having recoveries, I immediately introduced sertraline, which killed me forever. I now figure that it was because the lack of estradiol in my brain since the proviron weeks. Without my own T , as I suspect, I didn't have any source to aromatize T into E2, so i probably was devoid of estrogens during at least 3 moths, and I guess that lack of E2 killed a lot of dopamine neurons, and later, the surge in serotonin due to sertraline caused a permanent, irreversible imbalance . That's the theory I developed last year. Because I was really recovering during the PCT, but sertraline prevented and reverted the recovery process. During previous years since 1999, I had rounds of SSRI or SNRI, and they really helped me a lot, and the SNRI venlafaxine even increased my already high sex drive a lot back in 2006 -when I still despised and condemned me for having high sex drive and thinking about sex.
So i became desperately interested in the experiment done in rats, and as a guinea pig, I wanted to replicate it . I was well aware -or I guessed so- of estradiol risks, say breast cancer and DVT, among others which I considered to be of less concern.
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I registered a few days ago but wasn’t able to post my case in a single message, and after several failed attempts, the system finally is telling me that a post should not exceed 10000 characters, so I had to divide it in 3 parts. Sorry for extending so much.
I just really, really, utterly beg anyone who reads this, not to be harsh with me for using hormones the way I did. I have lived my whole life with a crushed self esteem and I can't describe how ashamed I am to come here and tell what follows. After all I have endured , a snowball that began forming since my childhood, only to end this way, I really could not endure any negative critic, and that is why I provide my psychological background, because it was utter desperation that drove me to do what I did. Wish I could have grown as a normal individual and live not only as a man, but even as a human being, which my family didn't allow when I was young and physically healthy. I'm 35 now, almost 36 in a month and a half.
My main language is not English, so I may have a few errors.
Long story summarized in a few lines: I’m having prostate issues due to having used testosterone AND estradiol at the same time. Yes, just by saying that you could imagine many wrong things. Sure no intelligent man that values his manhood and above all his health would do that, but please let me explain what and why I did it. And no, I have no gender issues, it is a very different situation. I used myself as a guinea pig in a desperate attempt to reset my brain after 7-8 years of misery being chemically castrated and much more due to a SSRI and also due to my impulsiveness and ignorance back then.
I had a history of psychological abuse and neglect when I was a kid and a teenager. I grew up being too awkward with severe social anxiety, confused, and atop of that, sexually repressed in an ethernal battle between reason and instincts inside myself, very powerful instincts and sexual urges which I just had to contain or feel extreme guilt and regret.
I still am attractive despite my poor health. At 6 years of age, I turned on lots of girls around me, lots of girls who wanted to be with me and they even physically fought in front of me for my attention and company in my first school But, I never realized that I was attractive, not then, and not even as a young adult.
After my possessive and manipulative mother changed me to another school at 7 years, I never was allowed to coexist with girls ever again until when I was 17, and by that time I was far too changed, an empty , confused, lost soul who didn't know how to interact with others and wasn't able to recognize and accept my greatest desires and wishes. Similar to the tale of the ugly duckling, I was never aware that I was handsome -something that, even without girls during all those years, was proven by the fact that *** boys were always around me and I didn't recognize why, I wasn't even capable of distinguishing them, was far too innocent in many aspects-. But unlike the ugly duckling tale with a happy ending, I remained insecure forever, and didn't manage to get a girlfriend even after I began to be in contact with the opposite sex at 17 and, again, there were those girls that overtly flirted with me and I still didn't realize. I was blind, totally blinded by my psychological traumas and very low self esteem, and my toxic mother.
Over the years it became a source of depression the fact that I wished to have a girlfriend, as I began to accept that desire, that dream, although I still was more than less my own enemy by not accepting my sexual , animal part. I had lots of romantic feelings but rejected the persistent sexual thoughts, and porn and masturbation, it was my greatest pleasure turned into a perpetual suffering. And this very slowly began fading, very, VERY slowly, until in 2010 I went into my worst depressive-anxious-psychotic crisis which as I identify, it opened my eyes so abruptly and painfully that the sudden bright light burnt my vision, and so I went nuts. It was then when I declared myself lost. I was so stupid to think that, I just had 27 years, maybe a late age for starting, but still with a long way to go and enjoy life, but a massive years long depression was not something easy to cope with especially being all alone and until that time, still manipulated, taught to be like the little elephant who grew chained to a stake and feeling unable to escape even as a grown one.
A whole year later, when my depression reached its climax, I was suicidal and went on the SSRI sertraline for 8 or 9 months. And it was precisely during the last months on it that I met a girl who just a couple months later, gave me my first kiss, at the age of 28. A kiss. The thing I wished the most in my life, at least to begin with. But that kiss was totally empty. I mean, I couldn't feel it, enjoy, nothing. And when she proposed me to have sex, I didn't function, and when I managed to barely function, it was as pleasureless and emotionless and meaningless as kissing and cuddling. Her skin, it was nothing special to touch. I couldn't feel butterflies in my stomach even when I knew -at the moment- she was the one I have been waiting all my life. We were like Joel and Clementine from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, but there was something very wrong with this Joel: I had developed PSSD in mid-late 2011, which I suppose some of you have heard. Post SSRI Sexual Dysfunction, a syndrome much alike the better known Post Finasteride Syndrome. It is basically the same just from different causes, so you can imagine my desperation when I came to realize what had happened to me after 28 years of not being able to love or have sex or being able to date someone and enjoy. From a bad situation, I entered a worse one. I always was able to dream, to feel in love albeit in secret, to feel great attraction. I remember when I was 18, 19, 20, even 26, and I felt butterflies in my stomach due to different girls, and also I remember the mere hands touching with other girls in the past, even girls which I didn't like but they liked me, and that sensation was still beautiful and intense. And now when finally able to become engaged to someone, when finally able to accept my sexuality, I lost it all, I wasn't me anymore. When the moment came, I was out of the game, and at that time I was far from knowing that indeed it was game over.
Years passed, as I become more and more desperate due to my chemical castration -despite the flattened emotions that PSSD left me with-. It was iatrogenic depression, unable to cry anymore, even unable to feel the impulse to commit suicide, but trapped in a dead body and brain. I tried many meds and supplements, to no avail, since PSSD itself left me unable to feel the good effects of almost any substance, particuarly on dopamine.
Until two years ago, when I came to know a case where rats administered SSRIs and which developed PSSD like symptoms, were given estradiol + DHT to reverse them. And began to research and comprehend many loose pieces of my problem. Beginning with a loose and long forgotten piece of the puzzle: the fact that 3 or 4 months before starting sertraline, during my crisis, I decided to use proviron alone -mesterolone, DHT analogue- in an impulsive and psychotic attempt to 'feel like a man' as I thought back then. I did it in a futile attempt to overcome my social anxiety when I fully accepted my sexual nature in a very bad mental shape, just to be able to rebel against my old stigma and to prove myself by paying for sex. But although indeed my high sex drive increased to unimaginable levels, my social anxiety was still greater.
Back then, I didn't know anything about steroids, I had never used them, but I wanted to feel like some kind of superman, macho man, and found it easy to try proviron without doing research. Three weeks on it, and after an initial, raging surge of sex drive as never before despite my sex drive having being high, and then I was castrated as my HPTA axis crashed. Full ED, my testicles virtually disappeared and was unable to ejaculate a single drop. And then 3 months passed when I didn't do anything to recover, mainly because I wasn't illustrated -about PCTs in this case- and also because of lack of money. But when I finally was able to start a PCT, and was having recoveries, I immediately introduced sertraline, which killed me forever. I now figure that it was because the lack of estradiol in my brain since the proviron weeks. Without my own T , as I suspect, I didn't have any source to aromatize T into E2, so i probably was devoid of estrogens during at least 3 moths, and I guess that lack of E2 killed a lot of dopamine neurons, and later, the surge in serotonin due to sertraline caused a permanent, irreversible imbalance . That's the theory I developed last year. Because I was really recovering during the PCT, but sertraline prevented and reverted the recovery process. During previous years since 1999, I had rounds of SSRI or SNRI, and they really helped me a lot, and the SNRI venlafaxine even increased my already high sex drive a lot back in 2006 -when I still despised and condemned me for having high sex drive and thinking about sex.
So i became desperately interested in the experiment done in rats, and as a guinea pig, I wanted to replicate it . I was well aware -or I guessed so- of estradiol risks, say breast cancer and DVT, among others which I considered to be of less concern.
Continue…