DocT (imported) wrote: Thu Mar 25, 2004 1:53 am
Lowering sperm count by cooking your balls will also lower testosterone and sex drive as you have found out. That'll really splash cold water on your fun. But low testosterone will also weaken your muscles, reduce your physical stamina, cause you to gain fat weight, lower your desire for physical activity, make you prone to depression and affect your health in other ways.
You might talk to a doctor about exploring some other methods of reducing your sperm count. I say that like it's easy to find a doctor that will work with you on these things ...
DocT
As I'm new to so much of this, (well probably all of it except for the nut slapping and quest to become sterile just for the heck of it) it seems like every time I read something or run across a piece of information, a light bulb goes off in my head. It seems like a puzzle that's fitting together, and I'm getting answers to questions I don't remember asking.
The thing about my experience with heating my testicles the way I did, that seems to shed some new light everyday that I just can not get past, is how I felt, when for the first time since purberty, my sexual desire and masturbation was reduced. So many things are starting to click, and make sense to me with all this. For instance, since my incident with the loss of libido, everyday I can't help but thinking how alive I felt. It's so hard to explain!
Ever since I started puberty, I've pretty much been a compulsive masturbator. Well, I know I am now! For some reason I've never been interested in 'sex', as it were with other people. But I can't even remember the last day I went without masturbating at least once! Since those two weeks or so that I wasn't literally just beating my meat, all these things are clicking in my head. Like even just talking about masturbating with friends, and having them tell me I was putting too much time into it. Having everyone joke about how often I did it. I just thought people were having a joke to say in response. Now that I look back, I now know that I'm a compulsive masturbator, and that a lot of those people were serious when I replay the way the were telling me that. And after searching through information about all this, I now see that I am definately hypersexual. I now know one at least one of my close relatives is, and I also know now after talking with my mother, that my father was.
Speaking of which, my mother and I have had a few fairly serious conversations about this just recently. All of which again is making me rethink so much of my history. We talked about having 'sex on the brain', and touched upon how much time I used to spend by myself (in the bathroom, in my bedroom, in the basement, in the garage, etc.) when I was a teenager and even up until now. (I'm 32) And I remember the things she used to say to me, but they never registered. I thought I was so covert and getting away with it. She used say things like, 'that boy needs neutered' or 'if you don't find something else to do for a change, I'm going to cut them off while your sleeping!'. I'm telling you, I never understood what she meant! It's only recently that I'm putting two and two together.
Since we have touched on this now, she told me knew exactly what I was doing and that it was o.k., but knew I had a real problem with my interest and frequency with of it. She also said that she had talked to psycholigists and doctors without my knowing, but could find absolutely nothing to change my behavior. And she said in a round about way that she was serious about cutting my balls off, and would have done so had the option been there. She told me of her own mother telling of a brother and at least one uncle that were castrated in europe many years ago for exactly the same thing.
This is all so much, I don't know how to put all this together. See the thing is, I now know too that my mother had tried even with regular means. In my early twenties she talked me into trying some anti-depressants that our family doctor had prescribed. They both suggested that I was depressed for one reason or the other. I didn't feel depressed and I don't feel depressed now. There was paxil, buspar, zoloft... this went on and off for a few years until it just stopped for whatever reason. She now tells me it was because she was trying to cut down on my preoccupation with masturbation. Since we've lived together pretty much always, she knew. She knew from my habits, she knew from my friends, she just knew!
I never thought about it. I just thought I was a normal horny guy who loved to beat off. I now see that it's more than that. I have always loved to edge, which means I'll masturbate, but not to orgasm. I have spent entire weekends in my room or wherever doing that. Even since I first started! Any time I didn't have to work or be in school, that's all I did. And pretty much still do. I didn't want to play afterschool sports, just so I could come home and stay in the bathroom or basement for at least a few hours every day. My grades suffered because I stayed up at night playing with myself instead of doing my homework. I put off going to college because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get the privacy to masturbate as much as I wanted to. I have stayed home instead of going out to movies or skating rinks or whatever with my friends, just so I could beat off. I have made job choices based around time schedules of when I could be at home and play with myself. I have turned down vacations with my family just so I could stay at home and masturbate!
I've now recently read some information that claims, the height of sexual arrousal before orgasm is equal to and even more potent than the same effects of heroin as far as the chemicals involved in the brain. So I've been addicted to this and not known it. I understand the hypersexuality, but the compulsive masturbation... why don't people talk about that? Why isn't it recognized as a condition of some sort? I don't even want to think about the time I have wasted, or the opportunities I have turned down just so I could masturbate! I've tried to ease up, but never succeeded. Quite frankly because I don't care to. I honestly can't make a cup of coffee without thinking about masturbation or some fantasy regarding it. It's just not possible for me. Is it possible that a person can have a legitimate 'physical' problem with compulsive, uncontrollabe masturbation? Can someone have a legitimate 'physical' problem with even just the desire to masturbate?
I don't even know where to go with this, there's so much more. There are so many thing running through my head! I never thought about this stuff before. I never thought I had a problem before. I never thought there might be a solution to this problem I never thought I had. I never knew so many people around me knew I probably had a problem, did or do have a problem. All the time I wasted. All the time I'm probably going to waste. I mean, there are times I wiggled my way out of physicals because my penis had brown marks and bruises from playing with it so much! Is that normal? Who can I talk with this about? And why am I the last to know?
This whole thing started after I did that deal with my testicles for my friend. When I went limp, I actually started leaving the house for a change. I had no desire (well, I had some desire but couldn't do it really) and I felt different. I actually went to see a movie with an old friend I hadn't seen in a while. I got a haircut and even bought some new clothes. I even went to dinner with my mother which is where this whole thing pretty much began for me. She jokingly (and problably not) asked me if I was going out because my 'peter' fell off? I said no, I cut my balls off! Then she said, Finally! Tell me who did it so I can send them a thank you note! LoL.
So now, I'm relieved and somewhat excited. Actually I know I'm excited, about life. Not in a sexual way. I feel like I want to do things, meet people, go out, have fun, etc. But I'm also scared. I'm scared because when I first heard of this castration thing, it became a brief fantasy. I thought maybe because of my friend, and that distant stuff in my head that my mother was always saying. And now, it's all starting to make some sense. And I'm scared because I know I'm falling back into my old routine. I haven't done it since, but I feel like heating up some water and scalding my nuts just so I can get that experience back even if it's just for a day!
Sorry, this is all so overwhelming! I don't know where I'm starting or ending or beginning. I actually nervouse because I haven't masturbated yet today. I don't know what to do, but I'm starting to shake here and not because of the coffee. All I know is I got to do something, because now that I see all this in this new light, I can't take much more of it. I like what I felt like before, and I want to feel that way again. It's pissing me off that I see this now, and I see this site now, and I see so many other people doing these things, and it was never mentioned to ME as a problem or option or whatever. And above that! Like now, can I go see a doctor about this!? Why don't they know about this kind of condition!! Can I tell them this without thinking I'm crazy!? And what am I going to get? Anti-depressants!? Get real! They need to study this and find a way to do something about it!
Again, sorry. But thanks.