First time posting here, I thought I'd share my story. I frequented sites like this many years ago in the hope of finding a solution to hair loss. I never found it, and you know what... I'm glad.
Right now, I'm 30 and pretty much totally bald on top (and all shaved off using a beard trimmer)... and it doesn't bother me in the slightest.
Of course, it hasn't always been that way but it's been a journey that I really hope can help you guys in some way.
I started losing my hair early, at about 16 or 17. It took a little while for me to start taking it seriously, but with the help of a few callous and seemingly throwaway comments from my peers I became incredibly fixated on my hair loss. I was receding and thinning and by the age of 18/19 I was depressed and I'm pretty sure I was suffering from some kind of body dysmorphia.
I was obsessed with checking my hair in the mirror whenever I could and I'd count the hairs falling out in the sink, etc. I'd always wear a hat and on the rare occasion I'd dare to venture out without a hat I felt cripplingly self conscious, thinking that everyone was looking at me and judging me. Relationships with women were non existent as I felt that once they "discovered" I was going bald I'd be cast aside and ridiculed. The list goes on. My later teenage years were miserable.
I tried various snake oils from the internet to combat my hair loss to no avail, I tried rogaine which did nothing but irritate my skin and cost me money. Surgery wasn't an option, and wigs and weaves didn't seem like a viable solution for me.
When I was twenty, my friends started talking about travelling, and I went along with the conversation knowing full well I wouldn't dare go to a hot asian country where I'd have to wear a hat for three months and not be able to indulge my obsessive behaviours of checking my hair in a mirror every half an hour. I just wouldn't be in control.
However, as time went on, I got roped further and further into going on this trip until eventually I'd ended up buying a plane ticket. Dang. What was I going to do?
Then, a solution presented itself: When I got to Thailand, I'd simply shave it off "spontaneously". I was terrified. But, when I got to thailand at the tender age of 21, I did just that. And it was the best decision I ever made. I took control of the problem. If my hair was so desperate to leave me, then I no longer wanted it in my company.
The best thing about doing this was that the three month trip around Thailand gave me a chance to get used to my new identity. I met new people who had no idea what I looked like with hair. I became confident. I met women (and some women LOVE the shaved head look). I felt like me again. It was the time of my life. I owned my new identity, my shaved head became part of me and a distinguishing part of my physical appearance.
Coming home was a little odd as people I knew were shocked with my new look. It took some time to get used to that, but before long it wasn't an issue. I was just me, and what I realised is this: People don't give a stuff what's going on on top of your head. Sure, some people would still make the occasional callous comment, but I just laughed it off. I wasn't bothered anymore.
I'm now 30 and I genuinely feel I'd look odd with hair, and I look back at that depressed teenager and feel so sorry for him. I wish I could go back and tell him that everything will be ok and to stop stressing about it.
So, my advice would be this: Shave your hair off. It WILL be hard, there's no denying that. But by subscribing to tonics and treatments you're simply prolonging the misery and delaying the recovery. Discover that there's more to you than a head of hair and discover your confidence. And I'll reiterate a point: People don't care about your hair. Really, they don't. People are far to concerned with their own insecurities to really give two hoots. And if there are people in your life who will try and make you feel bad for not having any hair, you should ask yourself why they're in your life.
I hope this helps you guys. Start enjoying your lives.
Right now, I'm 30 and pretty much totally bald on top (and all shaved off using a beard trimmer)... and it doesn't bother me in the slightest.
Of course, it hasn't always been that way but it's been a journey that I really hope can help you guys in some way.
I started losing my hair early, at about 16 or 17. It took a little while for me to start taking it seriously, but with the help of a few callous and seemingly throwaway comments from my peers I became incredibly fixated on my hair loss. I was receding and thinning and by the age of 18/19 I was depressed and I'm pretty sure I was suffering from some kind of body dysmorphia.
I was obsessed with checking my hair in the mirror whenever I could and I'd count the hairs falling out in the sink, etc. I'd always wear a hat and on the rare occasion I'd dare to venture out without a hat I felt cripplingly self conscious, thinking that everyone was looking at me and judging me. Relationships with women were non existent as I felt that once they "discovered" I was going bald I'd be cast aside and ridiculed. The list goes on. My later teenage years were miserable.
I tried various snake oils from the internet to combat my hair loss to no avail, I tried rogaine which did nothing but irritate my skin and cost me money. Surgery wasn't an option, and wigs and weaves didn't seem like a viable solution for me.
When I was twenty, my friends started talking about travelling, and I went along with the conversation knowing full well I wouldn't dare go to a hot asian country where I'd have to wear a hat for three months and not be able to indulge my obsessive behaviours of checking my hair in a mirror every half an hour. I just wouldn't be in control.
However, as time went on, I got roped further and further into going on this trip until eventually I'd ended up buying a plane ticket. Dang. What was I going to do?
Then, a solution presented itself: When I got to Thailand, I'd simply shave it off "spontaneously". I was terrified. But, when I got to thailand at the tender age of 21, I did just that. And it was the best decision I ever made. I took control of the problem. If my hair was so desperate to leave me, then I no longer wanted it in my company.
The best thing about doing this was that the three month trip around Thailand gave me a chance to get used to my new identity. I met new people who had no idea what I looked like with hair. I became confident. I met women (and some women LOVE the shaved head look). I felt like me again. It was the time of my life. I owned my new identity, my shaved head became part of me and a distinguishing part of my physical appearance.
Coming home was a little odd as people I knew were shocked with my new look. It took some time to get used to that, but before long it wasn't an issue. I was just me, and what I realised is this: People don't give a stuff what's going on on top of your head. Sure, some people would still make the occasional callous comment, but I just laughed it off. I wasn't bothered anymore.
I'm now 30 and I genuinely feel I'd look odd with hair, and I look back at that depressed teenager and feel so sorry for him. I wish I could go back and tell him that everything will be ok and to stop stressing about it.
So, my advice would be this: Shave your hair off. It WILL be hard, there's no denying that. But by subscribing to tonics and treatments you're simply prolonging the misery and delaying the recovery. Discover that there's more to you than a head of hair and discover your confidence. And I'll reiterate a point: People don't care about your hair. Really, they don't. People are far to concerned with their own insecurities to really give two hoots. And if there are people in your life who will try and make you feel bad for not having any hair, you should ask yourself why they're in your life.
I hope this helps you guys. Start enjoying your lives.