OK, hello, I'm a new one here (hence the guarded username, if you hadn't guessed) and I've got a bit of my story for and and a question to you all that have come before me. Thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you are well!
So...
I grew up with gynecomastia through school and it never disappeared, I was overweight and I didn't know my extended chest was actually anything but a result of being fat. I lived most of my life with protruding breasts, which was a special hell for many years (bully nipple twisting, jokes, the whole 9...you'll likely gone through it as well--I salute you!). I've been living with a moderate condition for years unknowingly, until it was clinically defined about 6 years ago. I had a weird lump which ended up with me in mammography. It turned out to be a non-issue, but felt very emasculated in a waiting room full of older women at the time.
As a side note, I didn't catch it at first, I think I got a bit of a "welcome to the club" from the nurse when we discussed the results. I took her comment of "that's just how they are sometimes" (paraphrased due to memory) as a passing pleasantry, but thinking back I think she was telling me "you have boobs and this is normal/not uncommon for us with boob ownership".
I have been happily married for 17 years and I have "minimized"/hidden myself from my wife in that time, wearing t-shirts to bed (including during sex), because I was insecure. I'm quite positive the shirt-tenting was obvious and the anxiety was caused by my head instead of my chest, but I felt like I needed to exude masculinity as a married man and breasts are definitely not part-in-parcel. That said, my wife has never shunned or shamed me over all these years--much to my infinite gratitude, even though I was blind to her acceptance of my appearance (she married me, duh!). I won't go into our relationship, there is nuance and privacy to which text will not avail, but it was during the past year that I ended up in a bra in our bed for the first time. I never wore it outside of that situation, I never thought I'd needed it--it was perhaps only a fetish thing, right?
I've gone through being fat as an adolescent, to incredibly skinny in my late teens and twenties, to athletic through my 30s, to now more of a dad bod and ever with the chest. I've never been as overweight as I was in my teen years; I went from a size 36-38 jean to 32x32 in my 20s. I held onto that 32x32 gut and gams until the pandemic. During the past two years my sportsing halted when my team disbanded after nearly two decades as a participant. I went up to 33" waist. So here I am now, a little heavier, but not by much. I can still wear those 32 jeans, but suit slacks are a bit of a non-starter
. I have felt that my chest is larger (due to the increase in weight?), but suddenly in the past week or two I started feeling something I hadn't since I was in my teens: a tingling in my breasts that is like a persistent tickle. So sensitive was my chest that t-shirts rubbing against it was aggravating the feeling. I remembered back to high school, sitting in biology (of all places), with this feeling and the only way to keep it at bay was to press against my nipples. Today, I notice a little tenderness/pain at the nipple (if squeezed) and itching generally around the breast occasionally.
So here's where the question comes in, to you all who have walked this path before me, do these sensations infer growth? Now that I'm in my mid-40s and not getting any younger, is it time for a decline in testosterone and an increase in breast tissue? I naturally understand that internet diagnosis isn't a reliable thing, but it's been so long since I was a bullied overweight kid in school and I just don't remember if the sensations were a precursor or are simply a fact of being the "owner of a pair". Any thoughts are appreciated.
Many regards,
NRH
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