What is your worst gynecomastia memory :'(

[bitter]

probably one that i will never forget is when i was on vacation in washington dc.  my brother and i went for a late night swim in the hotel pool and it was just us and some little kid and his mom.  we were having a jolly old time and then the little kid asked loud enough for me to hear "mommy is that a boy?"  i wasnt even overweight but it hurt a lot as well as was quite embarrassing to have to hear her explain that no i was a boy.

[Bain-of-my-life]

There are so so so many horrible memories....

I think the worst thing is, as so many of you have said, waking up every morning and having to worry about what to wear. I haven't worn a t-shirt (not even black/dark coloured and baggy) for the best park of 5 years (im 20 now).

The worst of the worst was when I was 16, I was invited to a birthday party which was at the local leisure center in the spar. Well it was pretty much hell, and this was the first time id taken my top off in front of people from school (I wore a t-shirt under PE cloths so didn't expose in changing rooms), and well as I expected I was the laughing stock. After withstanding about 10 minutes of jokes and remarks about my moobs, I ended up just pretty much hiding under the water in the corner. The next week I was at school and I was sitting next to this girl I really liked, and I think she liked me too. Another girl (who happened to be incredibly hot too) Sat next to her and in the middle of the lesson I heard her whisper "He has really big breasts". Now obviously this completely emotionally crippled me, and since then I vowed to never take my shirt off in front of people again. It has even stopped me from going on holidays with me friends, literally just because I can't stand the thought of being topless on a beach with them, or even wearing a t-shirt around them!!!

Other things are:

One of my best friends once turned to me in front of about five people "You actually have bigger breasts than (His gf's name). To which I responded "Yes, but hers are more hairy" xD That did not please him.

I remember also I was at a waterpark when I was about 14 and I heard a small boy turn to his friend and say "Why does that boy have boobs"?

Oh and also I have missed my university rugby initiations 2 years in a row because part of the initiation is jogging around campus naked, which is pretty much the worst thing I can possibly think of doing.

I have decided that enough is enough and I am going to tell my parents over the easter holidays, and hopefully get something done in the summer. My dad has actually asked me if its something that concerns me because of all the times I refuse to take my shirt off at the beach. They are very caring and I have no doubts they would fully support me but that still hasn't encouraged me to speak to them, heck I even denied it when they came to me! :S I think I need to just man up and tell them, but it is so damn hard!

Really refreshing to hear other stories, and to think im not the only one out there!!

[Redman88]

I know man the best part of this site is knowing there is other people going through the same things you are, it makes you feel so much better, this site is a blessing for all of us.
My advice is talk to your parents dude! If you know them and know they would support you, and they have approached you about it then just go ahead and talk to them, what i did was write a letter explaining how i felt and hand it to them, after that it was easy to talk about it, i had their full support and its been a couple of years since my surgery. Best decision i ever made!

[richfrosted]

when I was in 7th grade there used to be a group of kids that called me TittyMan!!! That really hurt and although as I got older I got better at hiding it Gynecomastia has prevented me from doing alot of things in my life.

[pharmerjoe]

not posted for a long time, but thought I'd let off some steam...
Man boobs has no sign of going away, and in fact, with weight loss, look like it is getting worse. I am not getting any younger (24), and don't know how much longer I can go with no-one seeing my chest. I am reduced to using prostitutes now to get sex, but I am even getting disinterested in this. It takes much money, and even they are noticing my man boobs now... I just cannot get close to people, especially woman, and have really turned into a bit of a weirdo. Even through university, I would prevent talking to girls, say hurtful comments, ignore them deliberately, etc. Still do this now, girls try to talk to me, het friendly or w/e, but I just push them away subconciously as I feel I would be cheating them if I led them on, due to my chest. Lost touch with all my friends, went into a phase of just not talking to anybody, never phoning anyone, not returning calls and just generally pissing everyone off. The result of which about 2 years later, I have currently no friends that I talk to anymore. Only one friend I talk to, who is very close to me, and I can really relate to. I have recently learnt he is having problems with man boobs, but possibly it is just due to him being overweight, but still...
It is really getting me down, but surgery just is not a valid option right now unless I can prove this is definitely what is needed. I have been doing some research, and it is possibly due to low testosterone. This will require testing though, if I can convince my GP to do this. I will try one more time to get it right with diet and exercise, aiming for strength training and doing calorie deficit to drop the fat. Dropping too much weight has been an issue for me, as family/relatives tend to notice and get very worried and concerned. My dad is particularly non-supportive of me. He berates me for being quite physically weak and socially awkward, and if I ever was diagnosed with gyno I think he would rubbish it and berate me further.

[Quasi]

Realizing that changing to a healthy lifestyle where I have a clean diet and workout 5 times a week won't get rid of something that has haunted me nearly my entire life. Instead I have to get a costly surgery, that is up there with recent memories. Worst one growing up had to be the first time I was taunted for it which was at a friends birthday party with a bunch of my friends there. We were in the hot tub and all of them went on about me having boobs including my best friend. Going through middle school when I was just trying to get along and make new friends, people hating me without even knowing me because of my chest

[Endless]

not posted for a long time, but thought I'd let off some steam...
Man boobs has no sign of going away, and in fact, with weight loss, look like it is getting worse. I am not getting any younger (24), and don't know how much longer I can go with no-one seeing my chest. I am reduced to using prostitutes now to get sex, but I am even getting disinterested in this. It takes much money, and even they are noticing my man boobs now... I just cannot get close to people, especially woman, and have really turned into a bit of a weirdo. Even through university, I would prevent talking to girls, say hurtful comments, ignore them deliberately, etc. Still do this now, girls try to talk to me, het friendly or w/e, but I just push them away subconciously as I feel I would be cheating them if I led them on, due to my chest. Lost touch with all my friends, went into a phase of just not talking to anybody, never phoning anyone, not returning calls and just generally pissing everyone off. The result of which about 2 years later, I have currently no friends that I talk to anymore. Only one friend I talk to, who is very close to me, and I can really relate to. I have recently learnt he is having problems with man boobs, but possibly it is just due to him being overweight, but still...
It is really getting me down, but surgery just is not a valid option right now unless I can prove this is definitely what is needed. I have been doing some research, and it is possibly due to low testosterone. This will require testing though, if I can convince my GP to do this. I will try one more time to get it right with diet and exercise, aiming for strength training and doing calorie deficit to drop the fat. Dropping too much weight has been an issue for me, as family/relatives tend to notice and get very worried and concerned. My dad is particularly non-supportive of me. He berates me for being quite physically weak and socially awkward, and if I ever was diagnosed with gyno I think he would rubbish it and berate me further.

I can relate man! ive been exercise bulemic.. pushin myself to the limit.. people and family berate me for looking weak. struggling to keep at anorexic levels just coz this is the only thing that would be able to hide my gyne.. it worked somewhat for a while.. then getting to that weight got more and more difficult as i got older, good luck with the testosterone and if ever that will make the gyne become smaller.

[Endless]

ive tried a long time to be happy, trying to live with gyne, getting in the best shape, keeping the most positive mindset to the point of transforming into an overly spiritual fucktard... but for how long? no amount of Positivity, no amount of 'laughter is the best medicine', no amount of spirituality, no amount of physical fitness solves it.. and eventually i kept falling back to square 1. i refused to accept that this is who i am and that i'd have to live with this. i don't care if i need to get 3 surgeries to remove my gyne, i reached the tipping point, being sick and tired of being sick and tired.

[Mark102]

I've had many bad gyne memories, but here's one....

I was overweight(168 and 5'3") in freshman gym class and we wore mesh gym shirts..great, huh? So, It was me and the were a group of kids in front of me. I didn't really hear what they were talking about, but one skinny kid was complaining about his body or something and the girl he was talking to said "well at least you don't have titties like him *points at me*"

I giggled it off and acted like it was nothing, but my god that hurt me so bad. From then on I. Would always try to stretch my shirt so it would be more baggy and not emphasize my man boobs...

[Choda]

not posted for a long time, but thought I'd let off some steam...
Man boobs has no sign of going away, and in fact, with weight loss, look like it is getting worse. I am not getting any younger (24), and don't know how much longer I can go with no-one seeing my chest. I am reduced to using prostitutes now to get sex, but I am even getting disinterested in this. It takes much money, and even they are noticing my man boobs now... I just cannot get close to people, especially woman, and have really turned into a bit of a weirdo. Even through university, I would prevent talking to girls, say hurtful comments, ignore them deliberately, etc. Still do this now, girls try to talk to me, het friendly or w/e, but I just push them away subconciously as I feel I would be cheating them if I led them on, due to my chest. Lost touch with all my friends, went into a phase of just not talking to anybody, never phoning anyone, not returning calls and just generally pissing everyone off. The result of which about 2 years later, I have currently no friends that I talk to anymore. Only one friend I talk to, who is very close to me, and I can really relate to. I have recently learnt he is having problems with man boobs, but possibly it is just due to him being overweight, but still...
It is really getting me down, but surgery just is not a valid option right now unless I can prove this is definitely what is needed. I have been doing some research, and it is possibly due to low testosterone. This will require testing though, if I can convince my GP to do this. I will try one more time to get it right with diet and exercise, aiming for strength training and doing calorie deficit to drop the fat. Dropping too much weight has been an issue for me, as family/relatives tend to notice and get very worried and concerned. My dad is particularly non-supportive of me. He berates me for being quite physically weak and socially awkward, and if I ever was diagnosed with gyno I think he would rubbish it and berate me further.

Wow mirror image of my life. Nearly all these stories makes my heart sink, I'm glad I found this site just a shame I couldn't find it sooner.

My story.

I was physically fit as a child, very popular and looking forward to high school. My first bad experience was one of my first P.E lessons in the changing rooms, a friend looked at me changing and looked shell shocked, then proceeded to laugh. Luckily he left it at that, well at least he waited till I was gone. From that day onwards I would always have my PE t shirt underneath my shirt before and after lesson. Or I would go to the toilets and change there.

I was called pigeon chest a couple of times, a friend always grabbed my chest and a girl who I was close to tried look down my shirt. She knew what she was doing, I got angry and told her to darn off. I was lucky no one said anything really embarrassing to my face, I was popular and just a nice lad so that probably helped. It just makes me wonder if I was the laughing stock of the school?

But my worst experience was going to Spain on a holiday in year 7, first day I take my shirt off and my best mates brother and friend laughed at me. It didn't last long, I put my shirt back on and I never took it off for the whole holiday (the water park was horrible). 12 years old, in another country just wanting to escape. I told everyone I had sun burn and I never heard anything about that until a couple years later when my best friend brough it up during a conversation which made my heart sank.

Because of my G I put on a bit of weight after school, so one night at my best mates house I overheard his brother and my best mate laughing at me in the kitchen. About my G and being a bit fat (no where near overweight), I just tried to block it out the best I could.

On another occassion I went to a birthday party, got chatting to this lovely girl and we were really flirting. Next thing I knew the dad was organising a game where you had to pass a key on a string through everyone's cloths. But all the lads started taking off there tops and stripping down, the girl I was talking to tried getting me to take off my shirt. Then everyone kept telling me to take it off, I refused and felt like a female thingy. I could have went out with her but because of my G I made excuses, which lead to my friends slagging me off to another friend behind my back.

I'm 22 soon to be 23, haven't had a girlfriend since I was 14, still a virgin, pushed away all my friends because I didn't want to risk being in a situation where I had to have my shirt off. My own sister accused me to my mum of being gay which really hurt, I sense my mum also believes this because I hardly go out and she has never seen me with another girl. I can't tell my mum because she would tell everyone which would just make things worse. The last time I saw my dad he made comments about me being fat, which just made me die inside. He would always ask me if I have a girl friend and everytime I answer no. I've pushed away girls who are beautiful, all because of G.

At work I would always cross my arms, or shake my t shirt pretending I'm hot so my chest doesn't take shape. I had my close friend at work pinch my chest several times, but never once brought it up during a conversation. Plenty of snide remarks, but nothing too serious. I would always put my bad infront of my chest on buses during the summer so no one would notice.

On the odd occassion I think about suicide, I don't have the balls to do that but as each day passes I get more and more depressed. I hate the summer because I look bad in t shirts, can't go on holidays and just putting my life on the line. I wonder how my life would have been if I never had G.

I want to join the Navy but I really want the surgery before I join, but not sure how I'm gonna raise the funds. Clinical trials have entered my mind, but not sure when this nightmare will end. But at least there's light at the end of the tunnel, I just need to raise £4000 and hopefully I can start to live my life.

I feel for everyone here, I wish everyone the best.

[One_of_us]

I've been through pretty much the same as everyone else here.  Shirts and skins games, waterparks, finding correct clothing, etc..  It's good to know there's other people out there that can relate.  I can't say for certain whether or not I have real G or psuedo G due to the fact that I'm very overweight right now.  That's something that I'm working on, but regardless I know what you're all going through.  It's difficult to go out running or swimming because of my 'moobs' and I get very self-conscious, which is why I usually try to find trails or gyms that are pretty empty, or I wait until very late at night when most people are getting ready for bed so that there's fewer people in the gym.  I haven't been swimming in about 4 or 5 years, and I haven't swam with my shirt off since I was about 10.  I'm 26 now.  I think it's sad that I look at other overweight guys and am jealous that they at least don't have moobs.

I have a few memories that stand out.  In particular, I've only ever had one girlfriend in my entire life and that only lasted about 6 months.  She was fantastic but I ended up driving her away with all of my insecurities caused mostly by G.  Another time was during basic training for the military when one of my drill sergeants told me that I needed to buy tighter shirts because I'd lost so much weight that I had cleavage.  In actuality I knew it wasn't because I'd lost so much weight.  It also made the communal showers during basic training a hell.  I'd wait until there were only one or two people left in there then I'd take the furthest one away from everyone else and wait for them to all leave. 

I've been on anti-depressants for most of my life and depression runs in my family, but I can't help but think if I didn't have the moobs it would turn my life around.  I know even without the G it'll be a long time before I could repair the mental scars, but I can't help but wonder what life would be like without it.  My plan right now is to try and drop about 50-60 pounds by the end of the year then look into surgery at the start of next year.  I think it'll be a long journey, but something that hit me the other day was that if I were to live about an average lifespan then I've got at least 50 more years in my life, and there's no way I can make it that long living the way I am now.

[scrabble]

So in deciding I wanted surgery, a lot of emotion surfaced whilst going through a whole bunch of memories. It made me realise that people can be genuinely cruel and ignorant...

Unfortunately, I would have to say my third oldest memory in life is from when I was about 3 or 4; my dad was bathing me and my brother, and I remember my bro teasing me saying "lemon-nips" [very genious, if I'm allowed for a second to laugh at myself], and I remember my dad spanking my bro for it, saying "he does not" - as far as I can recall, this is the only moment someone has ever stood up for me, though I realise my bro probably didn't know any better at such a young age. The most hurtful time is very much more personal, but I feel serves a distinct lesson. I was sitting in the car, telling my mum I was being teased at school, and I remember either crying or being on the verge of crying and asked her to talk to the headmaster and get kids to stop it. She said "Lose weight or I'll lend you my bra" - I recall wanting to break the car window so bad, and I think I cried for like 2 hours later that day when I came to the conclusion that I was genuinely alone: if my own mother was not in the least bit simpathetic to me, why should anyone else be? I don't think I've forgiven her yet for this, and as long as the memory brings up negative feelings, I don't think I will.

The first of many times I was bullied by a girl about it was in year 7, when I was 12. By then a few girls had spouted breasts, and a fair few had probably started their periods and got the growing up talk from their parents [I know the school sure as hell didn't provide it]. I was just standing around talking to people when one of the girls said "you have bigger boobs than me" - many of my friends laughed, I tried to play it off with the whole "I'm fat" thing, but the situation passed.

In comprehensive things got a lot worse - the bullying increased and perhaps the only way in having man boobs + puffy nips is a positive showed itself: you can get away with winning a fight right infront of a teacher. I remember being at the back of the class, where all the lockers were. I was a big lad, for most of comprehensive [13+] I was 5ft 9inch +... to say that at this stage any guy making a swipe for my nips was taking advantage of my generally calm natured behaviour was true. And they were also asking for it. Reaching up to get some books for the next lesson, a kid grabbed my boob pretty hard. So I told him "Do it again and I'll punch you." He did. I did; the only thing I learnt from having man boobs and puffy nips is that it's every man for himself as most seem to not be simpathetic. However a left hook to the face really does change everything. Less than 3 seconds later, the teacher called me and this crying kid to the front of the class and asked why I had punched him, replying "It's embarrassing miss so I'm not going to say, but if James [not his name] wants to tell you..." He never said anything, and I was off the hook. This happened a couple of other times in my comprehensive schooling and I got a nickname for fighting surprisingly [Nicky Balboa], whilst the teachers remained sympathetic to the cause even telling the year that nipple-crippling will not be tolerated. The amount of bullying I faced from my nips decreased significantly, though I was targetted for other reasons.

The only other guy I know personally to have puffy nips took a lot more sh*t than me. He was very accepting of his position, and during the long and hot summer hours took his shirt off... the first time I saw them I immediately felt relieved: I was not alone in this world, I was not a freak. And then came the bullying... better him than me I figured - tbh I always thought the guy was kind of a male thingy, very cocky in attitude. However, I felt bad when this guy started taking some serious physical abuse; an older jock type there one day grabbed a pair of plyers and clamped them down on his nipple... I cringed, but the puffy-nip guy didn't. "Doesn't hurt." he said. A 540 degree twist later and still no grimace. This guy earned himself bullying because he was so open about it and accepting about his situation... others weren't and carried on the physical abuse.

Those are my most memorable experiences, though by no means in a good sense. I hope they provide you with some enlightenment and laughter or a fair warning depending on how old you are and what situation you're in.

[pharmerjoe]

So in deciding I wanted surgery, a lot of emotion surfaced whilst going through a whole bunch of memories. It made me realise that people can be genuinely cruel and ignorant...

Unfortunately, I would have to say my third oldest memory in life is from when I was about 3 or 4; my dad was bathing me and my brother, and I remember my bro teasing me saying "lemon-nips" [very genious, if I'm allowed for a second to laugh at myself], and I remember my dad spanking my bro for it, saying "he does not" - as far as I can recall, this is the only moment someone has ever stood up for me, though I realise my bro probably didn't know any better at such a young age. The most hurtful time is very much more personal, but I feel serves a distinct lesson. I was sitting in the car, telling my mum I was being teased at school, and I remember either crying or being on the verge of crying and asked her to talk to the headmaster and get kids to stop it. She said "Lose weight or I'll lend you my bra" - I recall wanting to break the car window so bad, and I think I cried for like 2 hours later that day when I came to the conclusion that I was genuinely alone: if my own mother was not in the least bit simpathetic to me, why should anyone else be? I don't think I've forgiven her yet for this, and as long as the memory brings up negative feelings, I don't think I will.

The first of many times I was bullied by a girl about it was in year 7, when I was 12. By then a few girls had spouted breasts, and a fair few had probably started their periods and got the growing up talk from their parents [I know the school sure as hell didn't provide it]. I was just standing around talking to people when one of the girls said "you have bigger boobs than me" - many of my friends laughed, I tried to play it off with the whole "I'm fat" thing, but the situation passed.

In comprehensive things got a lot worse - the bullying increased and perhaps the only way in having man boobs + puffy nips is a positive showed itself: you can get away with winning a fight right infront of a teacher. I remember being at the back of the class, where all the lockers were. I was a big lad, for most of comprehensive [13+] I was 5ft 9inch +... to say that at this stage any guy making a swipe for my nips was taking advantage of my generally calm natured behaviour was true. And they were also asking for it. Reaching up to get some books for the next lesson, a kid grabbed my boob pretty hard. So I told him "Do it again and I'll punch you." He did. I did; the only thing I learnt from having man boobs and puffy nips is that it's every man for himself as most seem to not be simpathetic. However a left hook to the face really does change everything. Less than 3 seconds later, the teacher called me and this crying kid to the front of the class and asked why I had punched him, replying "It's embarrassing miss so I'm not going to say, but if James [not his name] wants to tell you..." He never said anything, and I was off the hook. This happened a couple of other times in my comprehensive schooling and I got a nickname for fighting surprisingly [Nicky Balboa], whilst the teachers remained sympathetic to the cause even telling the year that nipple-crippling will not be tolerated. The amount of bullying I faced from my nips decreased significantly, though I was targetted for other reasons.

The only other guy I know personally to have puffy nips took a lot more sh*t than me. He was very accepting of his position, and during the long and hot summer hours took his shirt off... the first time I saw them I immediately felt relieved: I was not alone in this world, I was not a freak. And then came the bullying... better him than me I figured - tbh I always thought the guy was kind of a male thingy, very cocky in attitude. However, I felt bad when this guy started taking some serious physical abuse; an older jock type there one day grabbed a pair of plyers and clamped them down on his nipple... I cringed, but the puffy-nip guy didn't. "Doesn't hurt." he said. A 540 degree twist later and still no grimace. This guy earned himself bullying because he was so open about it and accepting about his situation... others weren't and carried on the physical abuse.

Those are my most memorable experiences, though by no means in a good sense. I hope they provide you with some enlightenment and laughter or a fair warning depending on how old you are and what situation you're in.

Terrible to hear something like that from your mother, feel for you there, just shows even friends or family will not understand sometimes. At school, I did find, no-one really teased me for the man boobs thing, just once or twice. I was a bit heavier back then, but I was a fairly strong looking lad, since I helped my dad at his work, so people kinda thought twice. Although they did tease one other guy, who even came up to me and was quite irate saying why didn't they tease me for having moobs.. And also, pliers on his nipples!! jesus christ! How the hell did he not feel that? He must have tried to destroy them by various methods and completely desensitised them or something.

[scrabble]

Terrible to hear something like that from your mother, feel for you there, just shows even friends or family will not understand sometimes. At school, I did find, no-one really teased me for the man boobs thing, just once or twice. I was a bit heavier back then, but I was a fairly strong looking lad, since I helped my dad at his work, so people kinda thought twice. Although they did tease one other guy, who even came up to me and was quite irate saying why didn't they tease me for having moobs.. And also, pliers on his nipples!! jesus christ! How the hell did he not feel that? He must have tried to destroy them by various methods and completely desensitised them or something.

Cheers, I've been reading through the past 2 or 3 pages of this thread, and if there ever was evidence of relentless and unjustifed social cruelty, this thread is it. Family members do not understand - my mum has told me to go to the gym a lot of times since then, but I think she knows it won't help - I've had puffy nips since I was a kid, and Im sure the doctors would have brought it up. The plyers guy had seriously puffy nipples and took too much abuse; sometimes I felt like trying to connect with the guy [he never knew I had the same thing I dont think], but then I was afraid I'd get the same as he was. He began to lose weight and a couple of years later I over heard another guy [hung around the same cliques] say to him "How are the nipples?", plyers guy replied "Almost normal" and laughed it off.

Honestly, I think the best way out of the situation is to be truthful and give recognition that yes, you [or I] have man boobs/puffy nips, but maintain your dignity by not letting people over step the mark - in my case this throwing my fists around... if you're wittier perhaps you can get away with a joke, but make sure it doesn't open the floodgates to abuse...

This site is great. Until the plyers guy as I said, I thought I was the only one. The site provides so much comfort it's unbelievable, just having read these experiences and knowing that what I faced was faced by everyone here. I've not much a problem in the way of boobs, I can take jokes, but the nipples...

[pharmerjoe]

True words, the problem don't end after school though. I would say its worse, and I am getting increasingly fed up with it. Family members are probably the worst, I have aunts and uncles who keep shouting at me saying I'm turning into a hunchback, which is getting f**king demoralising. All it does is make me worse, cos I do this to take attention away from me, but they are constantly looking and scrutinizing me. This is why I have practically pissed off my dads side of the family and won't visit them or talk to them anymore  . Worst thing is one of those uncles may be coming to stay with me and my parents, round about the time I will be getting surgery... He is a really nosey and suspicious bastard as well, so have my job cut out trying to hide anything from him.