Hello,
I suffered from steroid induced gynecomastia. I got "gyno" from an oral steroid that I sought after and acquired from an acquaintance. I became very isolated and hermit-like. I did would not go swimming, take my shirt off in public, or have intimate relations out of fear that I would be judged. I dressed in ways that I felt covered up my gynecomastia. I lost several years of my life to what I was convinced was "physical deformity." When I finally did open up to my mother about it she offered me the anecdote of "what if you lost a limb in a war? what would you do then?" At the time this did not resonate with me. While I could identify how losing a limb would be tragic and a struggle, for some reason it simply did not make me feel any better. It was almost as if I was determined to being myself down. As if I would stop at nothing to make myself miserable. And I succeeded. I had a closet full of clothes, but I only wore a handful of shirts that I felt comfortable in. I became so consumed with my physical appearance that I became blind to the world around me.
Well, perhaps I should have begun this story earlier. You see, I always had a kind of pre-occupation with the materialistic. I was always a bit effeminine. I prided myself, perhaps too much, on appearance and things physical. This was likely what lead me to steroids in the first place. Do not get me wrong, I did have a certain degree of morals and ethics-I was a generally kind person, but I was also a judgmental person. I was a kind of a legend in my own mind. I was egotistical, although I would never admit it. I had a string of physically serious relationships with young women, none of which were emotionally satisfying to me. It seems I was always seeking something more... a "holy grail" if you will. Well I did not find it. After the steroids and the ensuing gynecomastia I found myself on these message boards looking for answers. I had two surgeries to fix what I believed to me the one thing holding me back from living a fulfilling life. And after the second surgery I can honestly say that I was not satisfied. Sure, there was an improvement in my mind's eye, but I was not satisfied. It got to the point where I was reading about ways to commit suicide.
It was not until I took a step back and got honest with myself that the truth became more apparent. I took an honest look at the decisions I made throughout my life. Every day there are new things revealed to me, new truths about myself and the person that I was, am, and will be. If you are reading this because you have gone through a similar experience as I, I encourage you put your worries about your appearance on the backburner, and take a good look at your self. Examine the decisions you have made as if you were looking through another person's eyes. Personally, I tend to hide my darkest moments from myself as a kind of defense mechanism. It takes effort for me to see my greatest errs. Perhaps my greatest errs have yet to be revealed.
I do not consider myself to be a whole person. I am reminded of past mistakes and make new ones every day, every hour, maybe even every minute.