green_ginger
09-30-2009, 08:54 PM
Hi there,
Am totally new to this forum. Please bear with me!
I am a 44 year old man; outwardly successful but inwardly (perhaps) something of an insecure little boy. Life choices (in a social sense: mainly relationships) have been hard for me due to a life long nightmare surrounding the size of my penis (I am about 4.25 inches when fully erect).
I have to admit childhood - especially my teenage years - were the hardest to bear. "Ridicule" would be the operative word. The oldest of 3 brothers it seemed biologically cruel that I should have been born this way. Comments within the family (including from my very insensitive father) were always along the lines of "he - weiny boy" or "he - the girly of the family". It was hurtful to say the least; plus being compared to my younger brother (3 years my junior) who had a penis much larger than my own (I was about 12 years old at the time).
At school: obviously, I dreaded the locker room and was the laughing stock on many occasions (usually having a towel flicked at my genitals as we readied for swimming classes).
Despite growing into a physically large young man I remained burdened and scared of what would happen when I met a girl who wanted to have sex with me. The myths of the big feet and hands certainly did not apply to me!
I have to be honest there were indeed times when I felt very de-masculinized and subsequently began to wonder if I was in fact homosexual. This was rued by the fact that when I was on school camp during my first year at high school a couple of older guys cornered me in the shower and began to sexually torment me. For some reason (excitement? fear?) I got an erection. One of my tormentors subsequently grabbed my penis while the other held me telling me he was going to have sex with me - "because I was a girl". Again, I don't know whether it was the fear, the excitement, or the bodily contact - but shock horror - the nightmare of all nightmares - I ejaculated. How could a person be so humiliated? I wonder to this day.
That story (despite the passing of the years) remains hard to tell and it was at that time in my life that I began to get very depressed and even contemplated suicide (on several occasions). Thankfully I was however able to pull myself out of it - in time to graduate. I might add I received no support from anyone because I couldn't even talk about the incident (for a long time).
When I moved away from home (and my hometown) I engrossed myself in a successful career. I assumed "love" (for me) would only be something I would read about in a cheap novel. Then, I however met a woman and we hit it off. How tender and beautiful she was - and surprisingly (I thought) she said nothing about the size of my penis when she first saw it. I guess I was saved by the fact she was from a religious family of all girls and she was a virgin. After a time we however broke up (the religious aspect of her life, etc.).
When it came to the next few women in my life it was the dreaded size thing that ended these relationships - one after the other. I couldn't bear the names like "ittle oy" and "wee man".
How much mockery and dispair should a man have to endure - due to a fate of nature? I assume small penises are genetic? I never inherited mine from my father that's for sure. Is it likely to have come from my mother's side?
Am totally new to this forum. Please bear with me!
I am a 44 year old man; outwardly successful but inwardly (perhaps) something of an insecure little boy. Life choices (in a social sense: mainly relationships) have been hard for me due to a life long nightmare surrounding the size of my penis (I am about 4.25 inches when fully erect).
I have to admit childhood - especially my teenage years - were the hardest to bear. "Ridicule" would be the operative word. The oldest of 3 brothers it seemed biologically cruel that I should have been born this way. Comments within the family (including from my very insensitive father) were always along the lines of "he - weiny boy" or "he - the girly of the family". It was hurtful to say the least; plus being compared to my younger brother (3 years my junior) who had a penis much larger than my own (I was about 12 years old at the time).
At school: obviously, I dreaded the locker room and was the laughing stock on many occasions (usually having a towel flicked at my genitals as we readied for swimming classes).
Despite growing into a physically large young man I remained burdened and scared of what would happen when I met a girl who wanted to have sex with me. The myths of the big feet and hands certainly did not apply to me!
I have to be honest there were indeed times when I felt very de-masculinized and subsequently began to wonder if I was in fact homosexual. This was rued by the fact that when I was on school camp during my first year at high school a couple of older guys cornered me in the shower and began to sexually torment me. For some reason (excitement? fear?) I got an erection. One of my tormentors subsequently grabbed my penis while the other held me telling me he was going to have sex with me - "because I was a girl". Again, I don't know whether it was the fear, the excitement, or the bodily contact - but shock horror - the nightmare of all nightmares - I ejaculated. How could a person be so humiliated? I wonder to this day.
That story (despite the passing of the years) remains hard to tell and it was at that time in my life that I began to get very depressed and even contemplated suicide (on several occasions). Thankfully I was however able to pull myself out of it - in time to graduate. I might add I received no support from anyone because I couldn't even talk about the incident (for a long time).
When I moved away from home (and my hometown) I engrossed myself in a successful career. I assumed "love" (for me) would only be something I would read about in a cheap novel. Then, I however met a woman and we hit it off. How tender and beautiful she was - and surprisingly (I thought) she said nothing about the size of my penis when she first saw it. I guess I was saved by the fact she was from a religious family of all girls and she was a virgin. After a time we however broke up (the religious aspect of her life, etc.).
When it came to the next few women in my life it was the dreaded size thing that ended these relationships - one after the other. I couldn't bear the names like "ittle oy" and "wee man".
How much mockery and dispair should a man have to endure - due to a fate of nature? I assume small penises are genetic? I never inherited mine from my father that's for sure. Is it likely to have come from my mother's side?