Well-let me tell you about my 'coming out to my parents' about Gynecomastia. My little trip to the doctor. I told my mom, we decided to go to the Doctor. At this point I had done so much research I could barely see the point, but oh well. I went there and the doctor who by the way seemed a bit arrogant and uncaring to me, asked me the usual questions, printed me some articles about Gynecomastia (that I had already read). The trip seemed like it was more to explain to my mother that I had developed breasts than it was to help me in any way.
So after all of that, the Doctor told me a bunch of nonsense like "your body doesn't yet know whether its male or female." What the hell does this mean anyway? Your body never *knows* whether its male or female, it has no such understanding. Could he have maybe put it in a less hurtful way? And I being sixteen at the time was also not pleased by the doctor stating that I was at the developmental level of a thirteen year old...ouch!
So I was pretyt mad about this but eventually I urinated in the vial and it was shipped off to the endocrinologist. Now THIS was the funny part. They analyzed my levels of whatnot, and I never even found out what the hell my levels were, I guess they were normal? The information was never revealed to me. It was then the usual yada yada explaining to my mother (not helpful to me in ANY way).
Then the examination *down there* happened, and god that was a bad experience. But anyway, I'll skip to the most embarrasing part. A team of people in the lab coats came in, standing a couple feet away from me, and I was asked to take off my shirt. This was near the main endocrinologist guy, my mother, and about 6 of these other people, standing about a foot away from me as the endocrinologist began something that seemed almost like my final history presentation last year. I'm sitting there embarrassed as HELL while he talks about me, and they all look at my chest and take notes. I know that this isn't helping me at all, they are using me as a guinea (guinee?) anyway a pig of some sort.
I didn't dare make eye contact with them. But it was inevitable. My worried facial expression locked with one of the female notetakers and she SMILED at me!!! You can't smile at me!! How dare she? She should have maintained a neutral facial composure, whats this smiling all about? Trying to make me feel comfortable while the whole office is being given a presentation abotu my chest? Having wasted all my time for THIS???
God, I needed to get that out of my system.