Surreal insanity
Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 7:20 am
I continue to reflect upon my castration, especially when I cut off my left testicle. It was a process that kept building in me and I attempted castration several times before I actually cut my scrotum open, pulled out the testicle and with a heated knife cut it off. No pain medication, no numbing, but an overwhelming and punishing desire to be castrated.
I had attempted to castrate myself in Dec. of 96, then again in June of 97. In June of 97, I woke up early with weird dreams of getting castrated. I got out of bed, walked downstairs, took out a knife, sat calmly on a kitchen chair and cut my scrotum open. The bleeding made me nervous and I started to panic. The cut through my scrotum was large, but I was determined. I pulled the testicle out and laid the knife against the cord. I started to cut, felt a strange sensation, I was cutting one of the nerves and that woke me up out of my delirium. I pushed the testicle back inside and folded the scrotum together and held a towel up to it.
Things got worse, blood kept pouring out, I drove myself to the emergency room and a wonderful nurse took me aside and began to assist me. She was most compassionate, but then a rude and insensitve doctor looked at my wound, called me some name, and then walked away. He came back and injected me with a needle to numb things up, still seething about what I had done. He walked away again, I got up, zipped my pants, and walked out the door. I had given the nurse a false name so, no one knew what became of me. The bleeding subsided and I nursed myself back to health. The testicle didn't seem any worse for wear, but it was not quite the same. That was June of 97.
The next couple of months I tried to push my castration desire away and tried to redirect my thinking when ever it surfaced, but it was extremely difficult. It was as if I was fighting someone else who had control of me.
Then in late Sept. of 97, I woke up about 4am with a tremendous desire to castrate myself. I had a female co-worker I had confided in about my castration fixation and she was sympathetic. I called her told her I had to go through with it, I had to be castrated. She tried to talk me out of it and she invited me over. When I got there my heart was racing, my castration desire was pounding and pushing me to do it. After much convincing, she agreed to assist me, and we prepared things. She would not handle the knife or castrate me, but she said she would help me through it.
She was amazed and curious. I took an extremely sharp knife, pushed it through the left side of my scrotum and pulled out my testicle. The cut was not very large, a little over an inch or so it seemed to me. The blood was too much for her and she ran out. But I was determined. I heated the knife, pulled out the testicle, put the heated blade to the cord and very slowly began to saw through the cord. Quickly I felt the nerve jump as I cut through it, I stopped because it scared me, but I was so possessed that I quickly cut through the rest of the cord and held the testicle in my hand. That seemed to satisfy me and I decided that that was enough for the day. I did not cut off my right testicle, but I sutured my incision, kind of sloppily and poured peroxide over the wound. That stung a little. I got cleaned up, put my clothes on, said goodbye to my friend and went home.
I do not remember experiencing much pain, but I was giddy and crazed at what I had done. But in a few hours, my exhiliration began to subside. My scrotum started to blow up, still I did nothing. I was not going to the emergency room, at least not yet. I had a hematoma and it was serious. I finally went to the emergency room, saw a female doctor on duty who I lied to, I'm ashamed to say. I don't remember the lie, but I lied about how my testicle was removed. She stated that a urologist would need to be called in, but she suggested icing things to reduce the swelling. That was all I needed to hear. She left and a few minutes later, I left too. I iced up my scrotum hour after hour and believe it or not, over the next few weeks the hematoma got smaller and smaller. Whew! Now I wished I had removed both testicles.
After that it seemed as if I was completely castrated, at least for the next few months. I could not get an erection, my testosterone dropped way down, I think my body was adjusting to the shock. My right testicle did not enlarge the way people said it would, due to abuse I believe. (I read that if you lost a testicle the remaining one would enlarge and pick up the slack of producing testosterone, mine did not). I got tested three months later and my "T" levels were down to 225, normal are between 300-1200. But even with these low testosterone levels, evenutally, I started to think about finishing my castration, and did in March of 2006, at the hands of Dr. Kimmel. But there was a five and a half year break between my final castration. I think it was due to my lower "T" levels, but I'm not sure.
I have written all of this because I want your opinion, am I sane, was I insane, why would someone in their "right mind" do something so dangerous, so maddening? What separates the sane from the insane, or was it a mental problem caused by the excessive testosterone? Could it be labeled a "chemical imbalance" caused by the testosterone? Are those of us who are compelled to be castrated experiencing what mental patients experience?
I had attempted to castrate myself in Dec. of 96, then again in June of 97. In June of 97, I woke up early with weird dreams of getting castrated. I got out of bed, walked downstairs, took out a knife, sat calmly on a kitchen chair and cut my scrotum open. The bleeding made me nervous and I started to panic. The cut through my scrotum was large, but I was determined. I pulled the testicle out and laid the knife against the cord. I started to cut, felt a strange sensation, I was cutting one of the nerves and that woke me up out of my delirium. I pushed the testicle back inside and folded the scrotum together and held a towel up to it.
Things got worse, blood kept pouring out, I drove myself to the emergency room and a wonderful nurse took me aside and began to assist me. She was most compassionate, but then a rude and insensitve doctor looked at my wound, called me some name, and then walked away. He came back and injected me with a needle to numb things up, still seething about what I had done. He walked away again, I got up, zipped my pants, and walked out the door. I had given the nurse a false name so, no one knew what became of me. The bleeding subsided and I nursed myself back to health. The testicle didn't seem any worse for wear, but it was not quite the same. That was June of 97.
The next couple of months I tried to push my castration desire away and tried to redirect my thinking when ever it surfaced, but it was extremely difficult. It was as if I was fighting someone else who had control of me.
Then in late Sept. of 97, I woke up about 4am with a tremendous desire to castrate myself. I had a female co-worker I had confided in about my castration fixation and she was sympathetic. I called her told her I had to go through with it, I had to be castrated. She tried to talk me out of it and she invited me over. When I got there my heart was racing, my castration desire was pounding and pushing me to do it. After much convincing, she agreed to assist me, and we prepared things. She would not handle the knife or castrate me, but she said she would help me through it.
She was amazed and curious. I took an extremely sharp knife, pushed it through the left side of my scrotum and pulled out my testicle. The cut was not very large, a little over an inch or so it seemed to me. The blood was too much for her and she ran out. But I was determined. I heated the knife, pulled out the testicle, put the heated blade to the cord and very slowly began to saw through the cord. Quickly I felt the nerve jump as I cut through it, I stopped because it scared me, but I was so possessed that I quickly cut through the rest of the cord and held the testicle in my hand. That seemed to satisfy me and I decided that that was enough for the day. I did not cut off my right testicle, but I sutured my incision, kind of sloppily and poured peroxide over the wound. That stung a little. I got cleaned up, put my clothes on, said goodbye to my friend and went home.
I do not remember experiencing much pain, but I was giddy and crazed at what I had done. But in a few hours, my exhiliration began to subside. My scrotum started to blow up, still I did nothing. I was not going to the emergency room, at least not yet. I had a hematoma and it was serious. I finally went to the emergency room, saw a female doctor on duty who I lied to, I'm ashamed to say. I don't remember the lie, but I lied about how my testicle was removed. She stated that a urologist would need to be called in, but she suggested icing things to reduce the swelling. That was all I needed to hear. She left and a few minutes later, I left too. I iced up my scrotum hour after hour and believe it or not, over the next few weeks the hematoma got smaller and smaller. Whew! Now I wished I had removed both testicles.
After that it seemed as if I was completely castrated, at least for the next few months. I could not get an erection, my testosterone dropped way down, I think my body was adjusting to the shock. My right testicle did not enlarge the way people said it would, due to abuse I believe. (I read that if you lost a testicle the remaining one would enlarge and pick up the slack of producing testosterone, mine did not). I got tested three months later and my "T" levels were down to 225, normal are between 300-1200. But even with these low testosterone levels, evenutally, I started to think about finishing my castration, and did in March of 2006, at the hands of Dr. Kimmel. But there was a five and a half year break between my final castration. I think it was due to my lower "T" levels, but I'm not sure.
I have written all of this because I want your opinion, am I sane, was I insane, why would someone in their "right mind" do something so dangerous, so maddening? What separates the sane from the insane, or was it a mental problem caused by the excessive testosterone? Could it be labeled a "chemical imbalance" caused by the testosterone? Are those of us who are compelled to be castrated experiencing what mental patients experience?