I'm actually tearing up right now and I haven't even typed anything of relevance.
I've had gyne since I was 11. The typical no swimming pools, no showers after gym, no ocean, no lake, no water skiing, no shirts and skins, no sports... Come to think of it, my entire life since I was 11 years old has been molded by my gyne.
I was fairly innocent and didn't have much of a clue as to what was going on with my body until I was in 8th grade, 13 years old. Thats when our middle school coach decided on a rainy day to have a boys vs girls kick ball game in the middle school gymnasium. Being the alpha male type that he was, he came up with the bright idea of the boys taking there shirts off... Never understood this, since it was boys vs girls, and it was kick ball, why exactly did we have to take our shirts off to distinguish one team from the other? That was the day where the shame, seclusion and depression took over. As soon as I reluctantly took my shirt off there was silence, and literally everyone in the room was staring at me. Practically the whole eighth grade class was in there. The girls in line to kick the ball, whispering and giggling into each others ears... It was the most devastating moment of my life. I was a straight A student who went to church on Wednesday and Sunday.
Highschool. My grades dropped, not because I was unable, but because I just didn't care anymore. I started doing drugs, started raising hell for my parents. They took me to a psychologist when I was 15 and they started feeding me prozac. I was so removed from my own body at that point, because I didn't even want to think about it because it disgusted me, that I had actually convinced myself that I was depressed because of external reasons. The thought of my daily battle with gyne causing this never even crossed my mind. I went deeper into depression.
Then I went off the deep end. I attempted suicide. It didn't work. I was in an in patient psychiatric facility for 2 months and in an out patient for another 2 months. Still in denial, still looking for other things to blame my anguish on.
As soon as I turned 17, my parents were sick of me, and kicked me out of their house, and I in turn dropped out of school.
I went off the deep end once again, but this time I was ingesting every and any drug I could get my hands on. Cocaine and Heroin were my drug of choice for a few years. Got into the rave scene, and it helped me get clean. Don't ask me how that works, 'cause I still don't get it.
I've been clean now for almost 5 years. I got married almost two years ago and had a daughter this past November. I guess you can say that I have found better ways to cope, but I still wear a tight white undershirt when I have sex with my wife. I haven't taken a shower with her. She has seen me without a shirt maybe a handful of times. I still can't go to a public place without feeling intense anxiety.
All I want is to be able to go swimming with my daughter. Thats all I want.
This was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to type.
Thanks for your time.