Hi, I just found out about this condition yesterday from my doctor and have spent much of today and yesterday sorting out what it all means and researching it and stuff. I have half a mind to post some thoughts on Facebook about it - but - nah - I'll keep quiet for now and just jot it down here instead.
I'm almost 38 years old and relatively obese (250 lbs). I've been a little sensitive about my chest when swimming, but really, more sensitive about my gut. I just figured the chest size was what normally came along with the obesity and it would go away if I lost some weight. I have had multiple lipoma (benign fatty tumors), which were biopsied in high school and confirmed to be non-malignant. The doctors told me to come in again if they ever caused pain or discomfort. Over the past several months, I thought that lipoma near the nipple region embedded in fat were causing me pain and discomfort. I decided to come into the doctors in case they weren't lipoma at all but instead some other kind of malignant tumor. It was pretty weird when the doctor told me they weren't lipoma at all, but instead breast tissue. And that I had actual breasts. And that she would order a mammogram for me just to be on the safe side since I brought up various pains. After researching Gynecomastia a bit, I'm sure nothing will turn up and the pains were just normal pains associated with the condition, but yeah, I'll be sure to check just in case.
Now to figure out what that means. My first thoughts were actually that it was pretty awesome. I've had my fair share of gender bending fantasies. I enjoy playing video games as female characters and walking around with a female avatar in Second Life as a way to indulge in those fantasies. Dang, these are "real" breasts? I've entertained thoughts of cross-playing as female anime or video game characters, but would never go through with it because I would look awful. I gotta do a quick check on my gender identity here. Heh, definitely male and want to be a male, those really are just fantasies after all. I've been single almost my whole life and may well be single the rest of my life. These might be the only breasts I'll ever touch. I've been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome (now just a part of Autistic Spectrum Disorder). I thrive on being alone, have a great job working from home, and I would need to somehow convince myself that I wouldn't be miserable or make any potential spouse miserable if I were to get married, and am really quite happy with things. One nice thing about being single is that you can indulge in the beauty of almost any women in the world, real and fictional, in all their splendid diversity, without feeling like you're cheating on someone. Women are awesome. I am interested in them and interested in what they are interested in and interested in knowing what it would be like to be one of them. And now I have this one thing that I can oddly relate to them with. Getting surgery never crossed my mind. I don't really care what others think and am really too lazy to consider it. Why keep them? What do they mean to me? Can I walk down the street with some pride? Maybe they're a symbol of solidarity between me and the female gender? Maybe they're a visible representation of my feminine side? Or maybe they're just there. I don't know how I'll feel down the road.
I was oblivious before, so now I kind of feel like Adam and Eve, who didn't realize they were naked before they took the fruit. I certainly hope I don't become self-conscious about them. I wonder how long I've been like this and if others had noticed but just didn't say anything. I was actually a tall and skinny guy as a child through high school, so obesity didn't play a role. I have to strain to think if they were like this as an adolescent. I don't recall ever having a washboard chest at that time though, so it's quite possible the condition did exist back then, only less pronounced. I probably compare myself to my peers less than others do, so I never noticed. I would have considered chest size on a guy as a continuum with of course some guys having really flat or muscular chests, with others with more rounded in the chest area, with no concept of what was "normal". I think I would have been able to tell the difference between a guys' and a girl's chest. No one ever teased me about me over this, possibly because I wasn't as socially active as some others and if they were going to tease me about something, it would be about something like my mannerisms, grades, or faith. Maybe I was spared a source of some misery. Or maybe it's really something brought on later in life. I gained weight during college, and did take some Omeprazole maybe five years ago for some gerd, which I see can cause this condition, and also lost a lot of weight rapidly 290 lbs down to 200 lbs due to various medical issues around that time, only to have much of it restored by today (250 lbs).
Now I'll have to see if I can just ignore this and go on as I always have. We'll have to see if it develops further and I feel the need for accommodating clothes in the future and if it ever comes up in conversation.