Having read through tens of the progress reports, I sense a strong kinship and recognize that my story doesn\'t differ from most people - the emotions, the distress and years of turmoil that tormented so many of you were largely and collectively one that I experienced over the years myself, but I digress.Let me start from the beginning. If you don\'t feel like reading through but would like to share some of your own wisdom in helping me answer some questions, please scroll to the end. Any help is welcomed. The first time anyone touched me was my teacher. This was probably around 7th or 8th grade. I had barely mastered masturbation, and really had no clue what the heck was going on. He would put my hand on his own penis, and make me stroke it. I knew it was weird, but was too embarrassed, shy, confused to do anything.
It quickly escalated to where he was pulling my pants down, and I just remember shriveling into a grape. His actions didn\'t make sense to me. They were confusing but he was a man of power, so to speak, someone who everyone looked up to.
I have never done anything about what he did, but without a doubt the scars started building then. He asked me why I was so small and why nothing was happening to it as he was touching me, and asked me to caress his as it grew. He told me to allow mine to grow like his, and I would just shrink even more. Unfortunately, being in a Catholic school, this occurrence was not the last time or person to do this. For some reason I still haven\'t completely come to understand, I never ventured to tell anyone. I was too embarrassed and too shy.However, it must be said that I was probably one of the top ten of athletes at the school. My insecurities were fostering and growing, but there was plenty of ego and cover up due to my athletic capabilities. Fast forward into high school and girls. Being one of the top athletes at school, it was difficult navigating away during locker room time, but I very quickly noticed the larger sizes around the room and always tried to skip the shower.Of course, over time, I came to realize a few tricks that would help me. I would run into the bathroom, vigorously rub away and try to come into the shower looking a little longer and not too crazy small. If too much shrinkage began to occur in the shower, I would inadvertently and slyly pull at it whilst pretending to be lathering up. I soon learned which shower head afforded the most privacy but would allow me to act like I was part of the gang. As soon as I would notice it starting to go down, I would quickly get out, and be on my way. In terms of girls, lets begin with my first girlfriend. She managed to blast whatever tiny semblance of self esteem I had left to smithereens. From day one, she told me that her ex was massive. Here began a quest that led me to reading every piece of garbage magazine advice on how to please woman in bed.
I thought to myself that if I can\'t satisfy one way, I will be the one that satisfies in every other imaginable way. She was a b...., and I should never started out with her in the first place, but that\'s another topic, another day. I never found that I had any trouble attracting girls, but my insecurities just allowed it to became a futile pursuit. After that first girlfriend I have never allowed a girl too close to my unit. My nervousness about what they will think is overpowering, and over the years I have learned that if a girl ever got near it, I would just suffer major shrinkage as the anxiety overtakes me. That means that I have never had a blow job. I won\'t allow any girl that intimately close to it. And the one or two girls that tried just got a magic show disappearing act as my unit just shrank into oblivion when they touched it. I know that some of you can relate to me when I say, we figure out over the years what to say and do that entitles us to have a sex life despite our major anxieties.
I became a champion with excuses, and had a repertoire of cliches that I would feed the ladies. Figure this, I am married (on the rocks) and have managed to keep my wife from ever giving me a blow job, and she has barely even touched it. Sex is always in the dark (as it creates more intimacy) I never get naked (because I am a classy guy who doesn\'t like to parade his junk around) and showering together I leave my top and bottom on (because I want you to be under the running water and I will get cold so I need clothes on) - Yes, I know these excuses sound absolutely ridiculous, and who would fall for them, but remember I have had years to perfect them and master the best lines to go with each situation. I have been looking at solutions for 12 years (since I was 22), but never saw something that didn\'t do enough to scare me off. Over time, I would just accept that this was it, and adapt with the various workarounds that I had come to establish. I had my solutions for the showers, in the gym, for the girls, and now for my wife, and this was it.
But the urge and the despair never really faded. Any little memory or event could trigger it. The last one was another girl I began to see. (my marriage is on the rocks and we are separated on and off) She clearly was into me, and we began to make out when suddenly a wave of panic just enveloped me as she began to slide her hand down. Instantly, the floods of excuses came crashing back, and I pulled one of my old tricks out to get her away from there. Again, I go home despondent and start searching for solutions, and furiously reading up on anything
PMMA related. I read through all the cases and the feelings and anxieties that everyone felt, and said to myself - this is it! I cannot continue living my life in this awful state. Now I know that a lot of you talk about the psychological aspect of this, and to seek help. I am about to shock you right now, but I am a psychologist who is fairly well respected in my field dealing with social anxiety disorders, some OCD and related behaviors. I have dealt with patients who have similar problems to my own, and achieved a great level of breakthrough. However, I have never managed to conquer my very own demons in this matter despite having coached many clients in very related areas. My journey begins soon, and many of you here have been through this stage before me and are well equipped (pun intended) to answer my questions. Any help is help, and any answer will assist my journey. My starting stats are:
EL - 5
EG - 4.25
FL - 2.5-3
FG - 3.5
I have begun to take Vitamin C, and Collagen 1 and 3.
1. Since I am a major shrinker, should I buy a sleeve to ensure a more
Erect state the first 48 hours. Where would I buy something like this on such short notice?
2. Should I bring some
Cialis or Viagra with me, and where can I get those on short notice?
3. I will stay in SD. I don\'t see the point of staying in Tijuana, or is there a point? After all, even with traffic, I should be back in hotel within a few hours.4. Are there any other supplements or ointments or creams that I can take and where do I obtain them? Of course, I think I should go for maximum cc and % because of my really small stats. Based on the pictures, would you advise otherwise i.e. do you see something that indicates you to suggest a different dosage etc?