I would like to introduce myself. My name is Magenda and I’m from the UK, and as has every one a story to tell, mine begins when I was young, and did not even think I would ever have problem with my hair, let alone my image or mental health. These thoughts all of which never returned until now, but it took 30 years to get some sort of plateau for me to even talk about my dilemma.
I will start when I got married at 19 and started a family, with beautiful twin girls and then a handsome little boy. A perfect family, every thing was just what I could of hoped for and had my self image under wrap.
I also understood my feminine side with a amazing family support, but then it started to go just a little strange when at one of my fancy dress parties and baring in mind that I was punk new romantic alternative type person, with a good sense of adventure and a strong personal image, until a friend said to me I was starting to recede. After looking closer to inspect my so called problem, I began to think may be I should start to think about shorter hair and not dyeing it and so I did but in doing so I lost my sense of self worth and started to feel down and unconfident. My personality started to change and over a period of time, I became sad and depressed because I needed to talk more and more about my hair.
It took a long time to pluck up courage to go to my GP and ask for help and when I did all he said was, don’t you think if there was any help I would be on it myself, and then added going bald was a sign of virility.
Since my wife had her tubes tied, I said that makes no difference to me.
Now I came away with a feeling as though I had just got on the ghost train and had to face so many fears on my own, and I was right. The next 20 years proved to be torment and disappointment from phychiatrists to different GPS. I think I heard every excuse under the sun, and tried from standing on my head to eating hot curries.
I heard of minoxydil before it was prescribed as a hair drug and persuaded my GP at the time to give me a months supply and made up the tablets into a scalp lotion, but it gave me migraines and got faint from time to time, but stayed with it for three years only to come off and see a homeopathic doctor to help keep what I had gained.
I was a bit of a keep fit fanatic and changed my diet from the sublime to the ridiculous to cope with every imagined a*** vitamin or food to enhance new hair growth and through the years I became obsessed and made every thing revolve around my problem.
My personality changed and became withdrawn. I know now that if I stayed with my family I would of killed my self so left my wonderful family and went in search of help or advice. Needless to say leaving a loving home and going on my own made me suicidal. I became a recluse, but also found new avenues to look because going to the very bottom made my focus more of a way of life until I got involved in a drama group and became a makeup artist. In doing so, I got to know people of different personalities and found that I had something in common with these people, as the hair thing kept rearing its ugly head.
I decided to sort out a hair weave and then came a new type of problem. Don’t look too close and don’t touch. It gave me some confidence but it also made me paranoid.
Then there was a chance for me to be involved in shows which led to pantomime and then to cabaret. Yes, I became a drag artist. I reclaimed approval from an audience which made me cling to a new image in a different environment. The whole world seemed to be at my feet because I decided to always to be in my new disguise. For about five or six years I did just that.
But then came new hope in new drugs. As I knew TV’s and TS’s, I became aware about hormones and androcur was one thing I took, but no one told me of the side effects.
Now I take Dutasteride and use Rogain - well ask me about the side effects and how I’m doing now?
I will start when I got married at 19 and started a family, with beautiful twin girls and then a handsome little boy. A perfect family, every thing was just what I could of hoped for and had my self image under wrap.
I also understood my feminine side with a amazing family support, but then it started to go just a little strange when at one of my fancy dress parties and baring in mind that I was punk new romantic alternative type person, with a good sense of adventure and a strong personal image, until a friend said to me I was starting to recede. After looking closer to inspect my so called problem, I began to think may be I should start to think about shorter hair and not dyeing it and so I did but in doing so I lost my sense of self worth and started to feel down and unconfident. My personality started to change and over a period of time, I became sad and depressed because I needed to talk more and more about my hair.
It took a long time to pluck up courage to go to my GP and ask for help and when I did all he said was, don’t you think if there was any help I would be on it myself, and then added going bald was a sign of virility.
Since my wife had her tubes tied, I said that makes no difference to me.
Now I came away with a feeling as though I had just got on the ghost train and had to face so many fears on my own, and I was right. The next 20 years proved to be torment and disappointment from phychiatrists to different GPS. I think I heard every excuse under the sun, and tried from standing on my head to eating hot curries.
I heard of minoxydil before it was prescribed as a hair drug and persuaded my GP at the time to give me a months supply and made up the tablets into a scalp lotion, but it gave me migraines and got faint from time to time, but stayed with it for three years only to come off and see a homeopathic doctor to help keep what I had gained.
I was a bit of a keep fit fanatic and changed my diet from the sublime to the ridiculous to cope with every imagined a*** vitamin or food to enhance new hair growth and through the years I became obsessed and made every thing revolve around my problem.
My personality changed and became withdrawn. I know now that if I stayed with my family I would of killed my self so left my wonderful family and went in search of help or advice. Needless to say leaving a loving home and going on my own made me suicidal. I became a recluse, but also found new avenues to look because going to the very bottom made my focus more of a way of life until I got involved in a drama group and became a makeup artist. In doing so, I got to know people of different personalities and found that I had something in common with these people, as the hair thing kept rearing its ugly head.
I decided to sort out a hair weave and then came a new type of problem. Don’t look too close and don’t touch. It gave me some confidence but it also made me paranoid.
Then there was a chance for me to be involved in shows which led to pantomime and then to cabaret. Yes, I became a drag artist. I reclaimed approval from an audience which made me cling to a new image in a different environment. The whole world seemed to be at my feet because I decided to always to be in my new disguise. For about five or six years I did just that.
But then came new hope in new drugs. As I knew TV’s and TS’s, I became aware about hormones and androcur was one thing I took, but no one told me of the side effects.
Now I take Dutasteride and use Rogain - well ask me about the side effects and how I’m doing now?
