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Having a moment ......
I locked myself out of the house this morning, which has set me back a few hours. I know that once I get home, I will need at least an hour and a half to shower up and get my hair in such a style that I'm ok with going out in public. But that's the thing - the time it's taking me to get ready now has really become a deterrent to the point where I don't even want to leave my place. It was already bad enough with the time I spend shaving body hair.
It's pathetic. It's freakin' 70 degrees and sunny outside here with spring training baseball starting this weekend. Yet here I am, as self-conscious and depressed as ever as to what is transpiring at the top of my head. I've weathered some insecurities before i.e. being skinny when I was younger, financial problems, and who can forget the body hair I've meticulously manscaped for the last 10+ years. But this hair loss thing is a battle like I've never experienced. Just one cold hard look in the mirror can alter my mood like nothing else on this planet.
In some ways I don't even want to be around anyone, not only because of how my hair looks but because of my mental state. I don't want them to see me so downtrodden. It's like a sickness I don't want to spread. Not to mention it's getting harder and hard to fake like I'm ok on the outside.
In a panic, I finally forced myself to buy the set of dermarollers I've been eyeballing for the last year or so. What the f- have I been doing in that timeframe? I could've already been at this giving a good shot at rehabbing my scalp - instead I've just been paralyzed with indecision from the endless researching.
You know what has also been hell? I've been without a car for the last 7 months or so. Every single day I hitch a ride to/from work with my father. That means every single day I get a good look at the end game for my hair. He's a man who has never taken care of himself and is an alcoholic whereas I workout and eat clean. All that doesn't matter though .... it's these despicable genetics I inherited from him that are robbing me of my ability to function like a normal person.
Welcome friend. You've sank deep into the shadow realm of hair loss induced BDD. You're among fellows here, the few who dare to speak up.
You're rather mature but still too young to lose your hair. If you want to maintain (probability of regrowth is low given your age) you have to get on finadteride immediately. Be thankful you've been relatively lucky: people get to NW3 diffuse at 21.
I assure you this sh*t won't go away. If you don't fight, you'll accept the loss after years of grieving and you'll lose a part of your identity, with all the due consequences, for example you'll never be as confident as you were. Women won't look at you a certain way and men will treat you differently.
If you choose to fight, know you're fighting a losing battle. Hair loss is still more powerful than treatments. This means that ideally you'll never stop fighting. Yet, you have finasteride and FUE hair transplants which are achieving higher quality every year that passes. You can achieve some success and some peace of mind which you have clearly lost in its entirety.
My advice, as always, is to book the appointment with the dermatologist and ask about the treatment. in case of failure or weak success, there's the surgeon. It's uphill and taxing both to fight and not to fight.
You choose. You'll always be welcome on impact when you want to vent. That's what I do and people here are good.