I've been lurking here for a few weeks. A week or so ago I finally found the nerve, after repeated attempts, to have "the conversation" with my wife. I attribute that strength to finally seeing, via this board, just how much company I have in this struggle. This post is my first step in getting rid of this problem.
I'm 34 and I've been dealing with this condition since I was 12 or so. At least that's the first time I realized something was wrong with my chest. I grew up with a lot of the same worries that others here have expressed, though mine weren't nearly as crippling in my teenage years. I stayed fit and had tons of friends, and with the exception of four mild instances that are carved into my memory, nobody ever said anything to me. I was never teased about anything, let alone this condition. I was never afraid of girls -- just very careful around them. In that way, I was luckier than many of you may have been.
But pain and suffering are relative, and it's been horrible for me. I've avoided the shirtless activities, worn the double t-shirts, hunched over so my clothing would hang ... I've read it all here on other posts. I've tried to address it with exercise, which, after doing research, I've come to learn is futile. (I've pretty clearly got a mainly glandular problem.) Those futile attempts contributed to me giving up the exercise, and now I pretty much look the worst I've ever looked. I shudder to think what I'll look like in 10, 15, 20 years if I don't do something about this.
This makes me feel humiliated in front of my wife (who has been her typical ultra-supportive self since I brought it up). I hate the way I feel forced to dress. I hate the way I walk, the way I stand, the way I sit at my desk. It's been consuming my thoughts more and more as the days pass.
This made me afraid to have a son for fear that he would have to go through this too and would somehow blame me, or at the very least would see me as he grows and perhaps feel a sense of shame. Now that I have a son, I think about it even more. I don't know how much of a role heredity plays in this condition, but I hope he is spared.
As for me -- I've finally decided that I'm just going to have a plastic surgeon try to fix them. I have no idea why I waited so long. I didn't even consider plastic surgery an option until recently. Maybe I was just in the grip of it -- I don't know.
Now I just need to figure out who. I'm not rich, but I can handle this surgery, so I've decided to see the best surgeon I can find. I live in the east, and I'm centrally located between - and Dr. Bermant. They're both between 5.5 and 6.5 hours away via car, so I'm hoping to do initial consultations with each over e-mail to get a feel for who I'm most comfortable with.
I think my expectations are realistic: I want to be able to wear clothes that fit me and to stand up straight. I don't know for sure that I'll feel comfortable going shirtless. I hope I do, but I don't expect to. I just want to carry myself like a freaking man.
I'm not sure how soon this will happen, but I knew that I wouldn't even begin the process until I posted my intent here. My next step is to contact the surgeons. Wish me luck.