Wow. I am flabbergasted at the amount of support I’ve already received. I sure am happy that I was able to finally join the forum.
I would like to thank everyone for their replies and the time they took in reading my first post. So, thank you gentlemen. I will try to learn to take care of myself, and I’m hoping that once the wheels start turning, I’ll obviously incorporate PE with diet, exercise, hobbies, etc. In an attempt to ameliorate my current situation. I’ll fill you guys in along the way, I suppose.
But I would like to comment on Mr. Happy’s reply.unbelievable. You hit the nail right on the head about everything you said. Yes, jealousy and competition has been running rampant throughout my mind regarding her ex. And yes, I allowed her to walk all over me on more than one occasion. I did not command respect, because I didn’t think I was adequate enough to fill a “commander’s” shoes. I never delineated specific and personal boundaries regarding a variety of issues, and if she ever crossed the universal boundaries, I was never stern enough to stand up for myself. Her physical and sexual attractiveness blinded me, and consequently made me feel worthless since I ended up valuing these fleeting qualities of a person.
So I do see your points, and they are valid and true, but nonetheless incapable of alleviating this truth I have about myself: that my penis is not sufficient enough to bring a woman to sexual ecstasy than other, larger members were capable of doing. And in this respect, I will never command respect in the bedroom, since there is someone that will always be more remarkable than me. And in this way, I will never be a woman’s Prince Charming, but rather a means to an ends, an individual who serves a woman’s ulterior motives, a man who will only be valuable so long as I am manipulated and endlessly sacrifice.
Also, I do not have any qualms about discussing BDD (Body Dysmorphic Disorder). It is a very real, serious and crippling psychological disorder. BDD patients are 45% more likely to commit suicide than patients who are CLINICALLY depressed, and 85% more likely to conduct suicidal ideation. This is because it is a concoction of different disorders, mutated into BDD. OCD, depression, and mild bipolarity or mild schizophrenia are the foundations of BDD; without these, BDD does not exist. The easiest way to describe it is what anorexics feel and think when they look at a mirror: they weigh about 80 pounds, but think they are obese.
Unfortunately, BDD is not as simple. Although there may not be a physical defect present, a physical trait that is generally considered normal does not pass the owner’s adequacy test. A series of events brings the owner to a place of struggle and desolation. I will be more than happy to divulge my experience. I will be as brief and concise, but nonetheless clear, as possible:
I have always been very critical of myself physically and mentally. I needed to succeed in my academics since I was in kindergarten, and it carried itself over in college and law school. Nothing would suffice unless I graduated, at the very least, cum laude, with a variety of awards and accolades. Physically, I’ve always been thin and scrawny. A very traditional Sicilian family that was right off the boat would always complain that I never ate enough. Comments at school deteriorated my self-esteem, as did my luck (lack thereof, to be precise) with women (although college was an exception.I made up more than enough ground because I actually was content with who I finally was). After law school, I decided to work out, and I gained about 20 pounds of muscle (I’m an ectomorph, so it was a lot of work). I thought everything was going great, since I’ve always been considered attractive, I was succeeding in my career, and I resolved my weight issue.until my penis became an issue for me.
I began dating my ex two years ago. I was happy, healthy, and relatively successful. After the turds hit the fan, I blamed myself for not being enough, and I truly believe now that my penis has something to do with it. I began to unravel. It was something I would never wish upon anyone, even my enemies. I never thought this would ever happen to me..
I mentioned before that BDD must possess a certain level of OCD.and how true that is, since I began to conduct research about penis on the internet. Unfortunately, I did this at work, and I was not able to supply the requisite amount of billable hours for my firm. Instead of working for my legal clients, I was looking at articles such as the penis size debate, female sex forums, and the like. I began to download photos of penises, and attempt to compare my inadequacy to their acceptable members. I began to measure everything around me: candles, phones, paper towel rolls, staplers, soda cans, TV remotes, shaving cream cans, etc. I looked at myself in the mirror, and despised what I saw. Crying is a daily occurrence: I actually cry more than I take a shit. I eat only once a day, and I eat terribly; I sleep very little, since the first thing I think about when I first leave the haze of sleep is my penile inadequacy. I have begun to stare at men’s bulges in an attempt to see how inadequate I am. Everything around me is consumed by dick, and not in a humorous manner. I lost my job, my weight, my confidence, and my love for life. I wait for the day that I become a victim.
Therapy does not help, and medications cannot help me since they unfortunately exacerbate my suicidal tendencies. Even in the midst of this description, there will be no way one would understand the full extent of BDD, unless they are experiencing this as well. In essence, BDD causes the person to become fully enveloped by their inadequacy/defect, that they are unwilling to function and live their daily lives since everything revolves around this issue. Most BDD patients generally feel inadequate about skin (moles, scars, stretchmarks, freckles, vericose veins, pigmentation, wrinkles), followed by hair (frizzy, too thin or too thick, or the obvious balding); and the nose. Genitalia is not as common, but it is the most destructive for a variety of reasons. To shed some final light on this issue: I go to a BDD specialist, and there was this young woman who saw my doctor after my appointment. She was quite attractive, and I noticed that she was missing for about a month or so. I asked my doctor, and she informed me that she had committed suicide. She suffered BDD about her calves (I don’t know exactly about what), underwent surgery, and was still dissatisfied. She took a bottle of sleeping pills and ended the tormet. I understood. I understood it as a form of euthanasia. The pain is unbearable.
At any rate, I digress, since this is a PE forum. But I am hoping that I will be able to once again experience life as I did. Unfortunately, I firmly believe that I will feel better if I can attain a nice size down under. Otherwise, the cycle will be an infinite experience of distress.
I don’t mean to shit on anyone’s parade, but I wanted to share that with you all, or at the very least with Mr. Happy, who asked me to do so.
Good luck with everything, everyone.