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This is very hard to type as I'm sure all of you have eventually had to swallow your pride and admit that there was something wrong going on. To be perfectly honest (and vent) I feel like crying right now, as I'm only 22 and looking back at my old pictures from high school I can see a very noticeable change in the amount of hair on my scalp.
Heredity:
My father is bald (but none of the other men in his family are, his brother/my uncle included, though he has a receding hair line and some patchiness in the back). I assume he got it from his mother-- meanwhile I'm too afraid to ask my own mother if her father was bald, as I suspect it would seal my fate.
History:
A long while back I remember worrying slightly about this in middle school. Obviously at that age it is a little soon to be concerned, and many of my friends reassured me that the "rose" in the back of their head was normal for all people, and I'm certain it is. When high school came around I entered a very unhealthy relationship with a girl who would often comment about how my hair is thinning. She stressed me out very badly and I ended up with some grays, and would pluck them out on occasion, which would stress me out about it more. While I'm now certain (thanks to the guide on this site) that my hair loss is probably not due to stress, she did not help the situation by teasing me or by disagreeing when I tried to reassure myself.
Since then I have been free of that ***** but my recent girlfriend has made some subtle comments as well. She first noted that my hair looked better when it was combed one side instead of another. I thought nothing of it at the time and enjoyed the new look for a while, knowing she liked it too. Then one day we were looking at some childhood portraits of myself my parents have hanging up around the house, when she remarked about how thick my hair used to be. I was defensive at first and I fished for excuses like "I just needed a hair cut" or "Well I must have just showered or something, my hair always gets frizzy."
Then one day I mentioned that my hair was thin, and was upset that I might go bald one day or have to undergo treatments. I suppose I was fishing for compliments or reassurance, but instead she said "well... everyone has to fight aging at some point in their life. I have to do it too, with wrinkles." Of course she's an amazing woman, but it isn't what I wanted to hear-- yet sometimes that's what you need.
I started by looking up the price of products like Rogaine, but realized that it could cost me $240 a year. Being on a very, very limited salary ($120 a month from oddball jobs from my ex's parents, sometimes half that) and living off $700 in savings from Census work, I wrote off the idea in my head and denied that I was losing hair. As time wore on, however, I continuously mulled over the idea of getting it.
Now:
Earlier today I grabbed one of my mom's mirrors and looked at the back of my head and noticed the bald patch back there was MUCH thinner than I remembered it being. There isn't any slickness yet, but I remembered it from the aforementioned childhood incident and it's so thin in comparison that I wanted to be sick. I feel like I have a disease. With the slightest bit of googling, I found this site. I read the men's guide at the start with more focus than anything I have given in my entire life, and this is coming from someone with ADD.
Then I got to the product section and looked at the price of treatments. That "cool laser comb" idea was $650. Rogaine is $60 for a mere 3 months, it supposedly smells bad, you have to use it every day, and you won't see results for a year. The Tricomin trio was over $100, and Propecia didn't even have a price listed, so I assumed the worst (and on top of that, someone has alleged to me that there is absolutely no way to have success without a DHT inhibitor).
The only relief I found was that Nizoral 1% was $9 at the Walgreens around the corner. Hair loss is extremely discouraging but these prices make my situation feel dismal.
So here I am, posting my story on these forums, and about ready to go out and buy some Nizoral 1% right away, ordering Tricomin spray online (and hoping it's enough, though this $40 remedy will allegedly only last me 6 weeks), and ordering Nizoral 2% online. I'm about to raid my parents pharmaceuticals because I'm certain I've seen Ketoconazole in there somewhere before. I'm preparing to brace my girlfriend for shedding (and for a slightly budgeted Christmas), and I'm getting my beanie ready. I feel a cold, sick feeling in my stomach, but I can only hope that the future me thanks me for this.
The fight against MPD has officially begun.
Heredity:
My father is bald (but none of the other men in his family are, his brother/my uncle included, though he has a receding hair line and some patchiness in the back). I assume he got it from his mother-- meanwhile I'm too afraid to ask my own mother if her father was bald, as I suspect it would seal my fate.
History:
A long while back I remember worrying slightly about this in middle school. Obviously at that age it is a little soon to be concerned, and many of my friends reassured me that the "rose" in the back of their head was normal for all people, and I'm certain it is. When high school came around I entered a very unhealthy relationship with a girl who would often comment about how my hair is thinning. She stressed me out very badly and I ended up with some grays, and would pluck them out on occasion, which would stress me out about it more. While I'm now certain (thanks to the guide on this site) that my hair loss is probably not due to stress, she did not help the situation by teasing me or by disagreeing when I tried to reassure myself.
Since then I have been free of that ***** but my recent girlfriend has made some subtle comments as well. She first noted that my hair looked better when it was combed one side instead of another. I thought nothing of it at the time and enjoyed the new look for a while, knowing she liked it too. Then one day we were looking at some childhood portraits of myself my parents have hanging up around the house, when she remarked about how thick my hair used to be. I was defensive at first and I fished for excuses like "I just needed a hair cut" or "Well I must have just showered or something, my hair always gets frizzy."
Then one day I mentioned that my hair was thin, and was upset that I might go bald one day or have to undergo treatments. I suppose I was fishing for compliments or reassurance, but instead she said "well... everyone has to fight aging at some point in their life. I have to do it too, with wrinkles." Of course she's an amazing woman, but it isn't what I wanted to hear-- yet sometimes that's what you need.
I started by looking up the price of products like Rogaine, but realized that it could cost me $240 a year. Being on a very, very limited salary ($120 a month from oddball jobs from my ex's parents, sometimes half that) and living off $700 in savings from Census work, I wrote off the idea in my head and denied that I was losing hair. As time wore on, however, I continuously mulled over the idea of getting it.
Now:
Earlier today I grabbed one of my mom's mirrors and looked at the back of my head and noticed the bald patch back there was MUCH thinner than I remembered it being. There isn't any slickness yet, but I remembered it from the aforementioned childhood incident and it's so thin in comparison that I wanted to be sick. I feel like I have a disease. With the slightest bit of googling, I found this site. I read the men's guide at the start with more focus than anything I have given in my entire life, and this is coming from someone with ADD.
Then I got to the product section and looked at the price of treatments. That "cool laser comb" idea was $650. Rogaine is $60 for a mere 3 months, it supposedly smells bad, you have to use it every day, and you won't see results for a year. The Tricomin trio was over $100, and Propecia didn't even have a price listed, so I assumed the worst (and on top of that, someone has alleged to me that there is absolutely no way to have success without a DHT inhibitor).
The only relief I found was that Nizoral 1% was $9 at the Walgreens around the corner. Hair loss is extremely discouraging but these prices make my situation feel dismal.
So here I am, posting my story on these forums, and about ready to go out and buy some Nizoral 1% right away, ordering Tricomin spray online (and hoping it's enough, though this $40 remedy will allegedly only last me 6 weeks), and ordering Nizoral 2% online. I'm about to raid my parents pharmaceuticals because I'm certain I've seen Ketoconazole in there somewhere before. I'm preparing to brace my girlfriend for shedding (and for a slightly budgeted Christmas), and I'm getting my beanie ready. I feel a cold, sick feeling in my stomach, but I can only hope that the future me thanks me for this.
The fight against MPD has officially begun.