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Hello my fellow beloved baldites and baldettes,
It's been a while since I've posted here; well, I'm now back with some news about my treatment which I hope everyone here who's reading will find good to read and to know about. A little bit of introduction: I've been using Finasteride 1mg every day for one year; I am now 22 years old and NW3v diffuse thinning on top. My genetic destiny with no treatment is NW6-7 by my 30th birthday at most. Definitely not desirable. My hair is quite hard to look at when waking up in the morning. Hair loss completely destroyed me from the inside since I've been 19. I developed OCD, BDD, depression-related self harm (cutting/stabbing) because of hair loss. Hair loss is a big deal for me and I definitely want to keep my hair because both I and society put a lot of importance on hair in men. This is a sad fact.
I am a mild responder to finasteride. I definitely saw improvement in hair quality, hair growth and hair lenght. The best result has been on the back, the worst on the temples, where I retain only a marginally better density from the one I started with. I have no side effects and have an active sex life, but I definitely fear sides every day. This is something I accepted and want to live with it as long as I can bear it on my shoulders. Fear is the price I have to pay and I'm willing to pay, because hair loss related depression was absolutely unbearable and completely fucked me up.
In other words, I am less balding and on good days I only look mildly balding (I am a self proclaimed combover master). On the best days, now, I just have weird looking hair, which is almost a dream that came true.
What I most despise about all this sh*t is that people actually changed their attitude and their behaviour towards me. The more I got better hair thanks to the treatment, the more people were friendlier and actively looking to hang out with me. In the last six months, I've managed to almost regain the relationship I had with girls when I wasn't balding: I managed to get female friends again, something that I gave up on three years ago because most girls of my life gave up on me and disappeared as soon as I became visibly balding at 19 (not a coincidence). This sh*t is infuriating. Looks are definitely everything and I see the proof every f*****g day of my life.
My take: Hair is Life. With hair, life is definitely worth living. With balding hair, everythind is bleaker, more difficult, and life is definitely lonelier and harder to approach (except for 70+ yo men); not only because of the impact that hair loss has on the inside. It's mostly because hair loss makes a young man ugly; and an ugly young man is genetic trash and trated accordingly by his peers. This pure, unaldurated facts I learned the hard way.
Everyday when I pop the pill, I pray the Cure comes. Some day, we will all be delivered from this pain.
I love you all,
Guzam
It's been a while since I've posted here; well, I'm now back with some news about my treatment which I hope everyone here who's reading will find good to read and to know about. A little bit of introduction: I've been using Finasteride 1mg every day for one year; I am now 22 years old and NW3v diffuse thinning on top. My genetic destiny with no treatment is NW6-7 by my 30th birthday at most. Definitely not desirable. My hair is quite hard to look at when waking up in the morning. Hair loss completely destroyed me from the inside since I've been 19. I developed OCD, BDD, depression-related self harm (cutting/stabbing) because of hair loss. Hair loss is a big deal for me and I definitely want to keep my hair because both I and society put a lot of importance on hair in men. This is a sad fact.
I am a mild responder to finasteride. I definitely saw improvement in hair quality, hair growth and hair lenght. The best result has been on the back, the worst on the temples, where I retain only a marginally better density from the one I started with. I have no side effects and have an active sex life, but I definitely fear sides every day. This is something I accepted and want to live with it as long as I can bear it on my shoulders. Fear is the price I have to pay and I'm willing to pay, because hair loss related depression was absolutely unbearable and completely fucked me up.
In other words, I am less balding and on good days I only look mildly balding (I am a self proclaimed combover master). On the best days, now, I just have weird looking hair, which is almost a dream that came true.
What I most despise about all this sh*t is that people actually changed their attitude and their behaviour towards me. The more I got better hair thanks to the treatment, the more people were friendlier and actively looking to hang out with me. In the last six months, I've managed to almost regain the relationship I had with girls when I wasn't balding: I managed to get female friends again, something that I gave up on three years ago because most girls of my life gave up on me and disappeared as soon as I became visibly balding at 19 (not a coincidence). This sh*t is infuriating. Looks are definitely everything and I see the proof every f*****g day of my life.
My take: Hair is Life. With hair, life is definitely worth living. With balding hair, everythind is bleaker, more difficult, and life is definitely lonelier and harder to approach (except for 70+ yo men); not only because of the impact that hair loss has on the inside. It's mostly because hair loss makes a young man ugly; and an ugly young man is genetic trash and trated accordingly by his peers. This pure, unaldurated facts I learned the hard way.
Everyday when I pop the pill, I pray the Cure comes. Some day, we will all be delivered from this pain.
I love you all,
Guzam
