I was talking to my mum (just a general about our days chat) and unfortunately she shaw the vest strap which was visible at the neck of shirt. I can't believe I didn't do the buttons on the polo shirt up, as I make sure I do at work for fear of someone at work seeing it as I really wouldn't be able to explain it. I told her it was a vest, changed the subject and walked off... She didn't really question me, which makes me wonder if she has her suspicions on why I wear a vest.. I used to wear a tshirt around the house when she was there so I'd be suprised if she has never noticed I have breasts... I don't know if she has researched it and found out about gyne though.
My mum is pretty caring and supportive and I'm confident that she would be able to "accept" it and would keep it confidential. But that doesn't make it any easier to tell her. I didn't really want to tell anyone, I haven't for the past 10 years anyway!! I'm suprised she has never said anything about why I always wear a jumper and don't go out much. I feel that I need to tell her now? She has spotted the vest and now I have all sorts of fears that she might think its a bra or something stupid like that. There is NO viable reason for why I would wear a normal vest or anything, so she must be wondering why.
I don't know what to do, should I tell her, or should I leave it and hope she doesn't ask me. I can't tell her face-to-face, the only thing I can think of, is writing a letter and including a print out on what gynecomastia is and letting her read it on her own. I don't know how she will take it, half of me wonders/hopes that she says shes already realised and glad I told her.. the other half worries she'll laugh or make me talk about it which I really can't do.
Now I'm worried about explaining time off work to go to doctors appointments, I have a valid excuse I can use at work, but what if my mum finds out, in a way I want to tell her so she is aware and doesn't put me in an akward situation at any time. And when I go to Poland for surgery, I'm not sure how I can explain a week away in poland on my own, and how im going to get 2 weeks off work, i also have a physical job so would i even be able to return within 2 weeks.. i work for my dad (dont live with him though) so its going to be real hard as there is no way on earth im telling my dad. I could tell him I broke my arm or something but they'll want doctors notes.
Really sorry for the long post, the past 10 years of hiding it have caught up on me now im trying to do something about it and I've got so much going on at the minute i cant take much more, im so confused, lost, depressed and just want it all to end. I am glad i found this forum, but I also now feel, since finding out what the problem is, it's all I can think about, i look in the mirror wishing for reassurance on the compression vest working or not, I feel everyone is looking or noticing and spend most of my time at work trying to hide . I wore a tshirt at work today for the first time EVER as it was so hot. it was really nice but I was so obsessed with trying to hide it that i probably drew more attention to it if anything. I think I am becoming obsessed. I have no confidence whatsoever and am starting to have anxiety issues. gyne has taken over my life and controls everything, its almost all I think of, it holds me back from EVERthing. I have a fake name here and have been careful not to give away any info, so I'm going to be more honest, but this has wrecked my life. I am 22 , I have never had a girlfriend, I don't even know any girls? I barely have any friends. Most people think I'm gay, I have not been on holiday, to a beach, swimming, gone topless or even played any sport for about 10 years now. I find myself assessing almost every bloke I meet wondering why I don't look like them. I used to think I might be gay, but since reading up on this site I've come to terms with the fact that it's just looking and wishing I looked like that, not that I look at blokes cos I fancy them. I definetly know I'm not gay now at least.
Sorry again for the long post I just needed to vent. I really don't know what to do. Part of me wants to tell but a lot of me doesn't.