I am writing this in the I hope it will help young teenagers who have gynecomastia come to terms with the condition.
Back in 1964 I was 12 years old and thought I was started to change sex as I started to develop what I thought were female breasts and prominent "drooping" nipples. Our Physical Education (PE) teacher was ex-army and insisted we conducted gym classes without wearing a T-shirt.
I was not particularly athletic and managed to hide my embarrassment about my breasts by spending most of the time with my arms folded over my chest. But then one day our PE teacher made us line up to run and jump over a gymnast's "horse".
I failed on my first attempt and was told to go back to the beginning and try again. As I made my way back to the start, I heard one of my classmates (his name was Peter) call out, "God, look at the size of his breasts!" Everyone laughed, including the PE teacher, and I just wanted the earth to open and swallow me up. In the days and weeks which followed, I was utterly humiliated, ashamed, and contemplated suicide as, after this incident in the gym class, I was severely bullied by my classmates. This always resulted in them removing my shirt and feeling me up and pretending to engage in sexual intercourse,
This went on for several weeks until I eventually confided my fears that I was changing sex, and told about the bullying to which I was subjected, to another teacher. He persuaded me to visit my family doctor. I don't know what he did or said to other teaching staff but the physical bullying stopped almost overnight.
I went to visit my family doctor The first thing he asked me was whether I had told my parents I had made an appointment and I told him no. He explained I was not changing sex and that the answer to my problem was plastic surgery but he could refer me to a surgeon without my parents' consent. He asked me if I would agree to him speaking to my mother and also the headmaster of my school. I remember bursting into tears at this point as I agreed. He prescribed a course of mild tranquilisers as he realised I was incredibly stressed out.
My mother was incredibly supportive, but she was very disappointed I had not told her about the problem and the bullying to which I was subjected at school.
To cut a long story short, I was on the waiting list for 12 months before I actually had plastic surgery on both sides of my chest. After a few weeks, the incisions made were only noticeable with a magnifying glass. The relief I felt was incredible and I eventually got back my self esteem.
Times have changed since the 1960's. The internet provides instant information about any topic under the sun and schools teach kids how to deal with bullies and report them. But I hope my experience might help someone come to terms with the emotional anxieties triggered by gynecomastia and ask for help sooner rather than later.