I just dont want to wake up that one day and notice my boy having bald temples. It will eat me away, how someone finally being given an opportunity to soak up all the knowledge around them, and gain experience in everything has to eventually realize that there life is going to change forever. Those temples start to become the crutch behind everything. His energy will drain, instead of meeting women, and going to every party he can, he will be fixing his temples, and orchestrating all his movements to the safety of his hair.
I don't want my son to be a social retard because of horrible disease. I will forever endure his pain on top of my own, every morning I will carrying his weight ontop of my own as I am braced by my biggest downfall. I know how he feels, and it's not a smooth ride.
I dont want him to go through the pain, and agony of balding as a teenager. it will ruin him.
It messed a big quarter of my life. Fortunately I still lived, that hat was a saving grace. But also, my demise.