The Messy Journey
Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2020 10:34 pm
I'm sharing the shortest possible version of my story here. I'm hoping it will help others. I'm also hoping others might have insights that will help me.
Around 2005 I got into ballbusting and CBT. I enjoyed the physical sensation, but I mainly got off on the power dynamic. From CBT, it wasn't a big leap to fantasizing about castration and penectomy and doing things like tying up my balls for long periods of time. Over the years, I accrued an impressive collection of photoshopped eunuchs and nullos (RIP Tumblr).
It wasn't until 2012 that I started thinking about castration as anything other than a fantasy. Interestingly, the tipping point came when my husband and I were staying at his cousin's for a week. No sex or masturbation in that time because this was a wide-open studio in Portland, so oddly all that pent-up sexual energy got channeled into "what if I REALLY got castrated?" I waxed and waned for the next 3 years. I went from extremes of "this is absolutely what I want and I want it yesterday" and "how in the world could I be seriously considering this?" Whenever I was waxing, I was happy and excited though at the same time frustrated and dysphoric. Whenever I was waning I wasn't dysphoric but I was really bummed in those moments when I felt like I didn't really want to be a eunuch. I wanted to want it. So, after working things out with my husband, I finally took the plunge in 2015 and was castrated by Dr. Arnkoff. I started HRT right away and have remained on it since.
Not long afterward the surgery I fell into a very dark place. PTSD from childhood began asserting itself. It took me a couple years to figure out that's what was going on, but at the time I was terrified that my orchiectomy had somehow unbalanced me. My therapist thinks that my resolving the "should I get castrated" conflict basically caused my brain to say "OK, that's done, now we really need to focus on this shit you've been repressing for 20 years." Still, I developed a sense of shame around my eunuch status. When I was in a room with a group of people, the knowledge that I was probably the only eunuch made me feel self-conscious and actually pretty bad about myself. I think it was an unfortunate example of classical conditioning...I paired being a eunuch with the overwhelming PTSD that reemerged.
Flash forward to the present day. I've worked out the PTSD stuff and feel really good about myself on the whole. I'm still dealing with self-consciousness/shame around being a eunuch though. I know it's irrational but I can't seem to shake it. It often makes me wonder if I made the right decision. Normally I'd say what's done is done so there's no point in dwelling on the past, but now I'm going through the exact same wax and wane process with the idea of becoming a nullo. It seems crazy to consider removing my penis when I still have mixed feelings about having had my balls removed, but there it is.
Like with castration, waxing makes me feel excited and happy yet also dysphoric about my remaining appendage. Waning, rather than providing relief, makes me feel disappointed. I want to want to be a nullo. Will I ever do it? I suspect it will happen some day. My husband is not into the idea at all so it will probably have to be after he passes (he's 17 years older than me so barring the unforeseen I should outlive him). I still enjoy using my dick to fuck sometimes and it is useful for getting off. Perhaps it's for the best that my husband is keeping me in check for now.
So that's my story. I think it's good to point out that surgery is a clear cut (no pun intended) choice for some people but for others it's more murky. I haven't encountered many people in this community who've had the messy sort-of, maybe, yes-sometimes, no-sometimes, regret it, would do it again feelings that I've had. Are you out there?
Around 2005 I got into ballbusting and CBT. I enjoyed the physical sensation, but I mainly got off on the power dynamic. From CBT, it wasn't a big leap to fantasizing about castration and penectomy and doing things like tying up my balls for long periods of time. Over the years, I accrued an impressive collection of photoshopped eunuchs and nullos (RIP Tumblr).
It wasn't until 2012 that I started thinking about castration as anything other than a fantasy. Interestingly, the tipping point came when my husband and I were staying at his cousin's for a week. No sex or masturbation in that time because this was a wide-open studio in Portland, so oddly all that pent-up sexual energy got channeled into "what if I REALLY got castrated?" I waxed and waned for the next 3 years. I went from extremes of "this is absolutely what I want and I want it yesterday" and "how in the world could I be seriously considering this?" Whenever I was waxing, I was happy and excited though at the same time frustrated and dysphoric. Whenever I was waning I wasn't dysphoric but I was really bummed in those moments when I felt like I didn't really want to be a eunuch. I wanted to want it. So, after working things out with my husband, I finally took the plunge in 2015 and was castrated by Dr. Arnkoff. I started HRT right away and have remained on it since.
Not long afterward the surgery I fell into a very dark place. PTSD from childhood began asserting itself. It took me a couple years to figure out that's what was going on, but at the time I was terrified that my orchiectomy had somehow unbalanced me. My therapist thinks that my resolving the "should I get castrated" conflict basically caused my brain to say "OK, that's done, now we really need to focus on this shit you've been repressing for 20 years." Still, I developed a sense of shame around my eunuch status. When I was in a room with a group of people, the knowledge that I was probably the only eunuch made me feel self-conscious and actually pretty bad about myself. I think it was an unfortunate example of classical conditioning...I paired being a eunuch with the overwhelming PTSD that reemerged.
Flash forward to the present day. I've worked out the PTSD stuff and feel really good about myself on the whole. I'm still dealing with self-consciousness/shame around being a eunuch though. I know it's irrational but I can't seem to shake it. It often makes me wonder if I made the right decision. Normally I'd say what's done is done so there's no point in dwelling on the past, but now I'm going through the exact same wax and wane process with the idea of becoming a nullo. It seems crazy to consider removing my penis when I still have mixed feelings about having had my balls removed, but there it is.
Like with castration, waxing makes me feel excited and happy yet also dysphoric about my remaining appendage. Waning, rather than providing relief, makes me feel disappointed. I want to want to be a nullo. Will I ever do it? I suspect it will happen some day. My husband is not into the idea at all so it will probably have to be after he passes (he's 17 years older than me so barring the unforeseen I should outlive him). I still enjoy using my dick to fuck sometimes and it is useful for getting off. Perhaps it's for the best that my husband is keeping me in check for now.
So that's my story. I think it's good to point out that surgery is a clear cut (no pun intended) choice for some people but for others it's more murky. I haven't encountered many people in this community who've had the messy sort-of, maybe, yes-sometimes, no-sometimes, regret it, would do it again feelings that I've had. Are you out there?