I've booked a transplant for early next year and as the days slowly tick away I've come to realize how much hair loss has consumed my thoughts for the last five years. The worry and the sense of insecurity is profound. Every day with my partner feels like it could be my last. Only a few more strands need to go before the island formation becomes too obvious to cover up. The combover is becoming less and less effective.
The transplant will cost me a lot, an "obscene" amount by my dad's reckoning. Yet the sum is inconsequential to me. I'd give anything to escape this feeling. I would gladly give away all my money, all my future income other than the bare minimum I need to survive, if it only gave me a full head of hair back.
The weird thing is, I've had these feelings for years yet I've always thought of them as irrational. But having gotten out there and experienced life, I see now that they are quite rational: my life as a bald man will be lesser than my current one with hair. I will be thought of as a lesser person. My career will stall. Sex will likely be reduced to a joyless, transactional affair, with women who do not want me and that I myself do not want.
There is nothing I look forward to more than my transplant at this point. I thank the stars every day that I got on finasteride when I did. Not experiencing hair loss is truly one of life's greatest privileges, an incomparable blessing. I hope better days lie ahead for me.
Sorry if this thread depresses anyone, I just needed to vent.
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