So I am reading all these success stories of people going from half-bald or worse to nearly a full head of hair. They do so one regimes consisting of the big three, vitamins, RU, spironolactone, fluridil, etc.
There is just one thing I can't understand: how the hell do people cope? Throwing the kitchen sink at the hair loss and getting results - that must be really exhausting.
Are you honestly saying that it doesn't bother you one bit? Putting sh*t on your head two or more times a day, messing with your bodys hormones, taking all kinds of suspicious pill. EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE! I wll not even touch the subject of hair transplants - that i a whole different bag of crazy.
I can probably see the motivation for the ultraresponder - but what about all the rest? People with shitty hair obsessively buying expensive treatments while applying liquids, lotions and creams. What do your girlfriends say? What do your friends say? How about your family? "You see, I put all this sh*t on my head and digest these hormone-altering drugs so that I can keep my diffuse hairloss for years and years".
Do you put this in perspective? The life-time commitment? It's not just what other people think - what about your own sanity? Spending the rest of your lives watching your hairline or crown in the mirror, checking for any improvements or detoriation.
I say this as a diffuse NW4. I cannot see me obsessing over this sh*t anymore. I constantly feel the pressure of jumping on meds (even though I've lost relationships to the satans drug called Finasteride). There must be a way of accepting hair loss. I see it all the time! People under 30 without a single hair on their head living fulfilling lives without being super fit or incredibly handsome. Average people. The thing that seems to unite them though is this: happiness. They are comfortable int their own skin.
I realise that this is the wrong place to post a thing like this. And I admit - I am not comfortable in my own skin. My sole motivation for treating hair loss is peoples perception of me.
All this could be because I live in Sweden. Bald people left and right. This country i getting more and more americanized though.
I will not make a goodlooking baldie. I am 5.8, skinny and have a nose like a crooked hawk. But what is the alternative? Taking sh*t that can mess up my body, f*** with my mind and that - most of all - is a constant reminder of my hair loss. "Well, being bald is a constant reminder as well". I know, I know. But honestly, what is the point in having hair if all you do is worry whether or not it will fall off. I do that already! Without treatments!
The problem must be nostalgia. Like old people reminiscing about how everything was better in the old days. "Oh, my life was so much better with hair!". "I remember I used to do this when I had hair and it was so much better then!".
Do you people travel? See the world? Meet interesting people? Or do you sit around sulking over how you no longer can go out and pull an 18 year old hottie? Honestly? Is that what life is about?
I've read multiple posts on this section and it depresses the hell out of me. I am depressed already and hair loss will not make it easier. But posting messages where the whole world is against you because of hair loss is just disturbing for the mind.
I'll give you my story: I was seeing a girl (a beatiful girl with whom I could have had a wonderful life with). I was concerned about losing my hair so I started taking finasteride. That sh*t lead to me diffusing like a b**ch, getting brain fog so that I could not keep pace in conversations and constant, agonizing fatigue. Needless to say - that is not the kind of guy a girl sees a future with. Her boyfriend before me was bald and the guy she is seeing now (who happens to live in the building right across the street) is bald. So I am fairly certain that my balding was sort of insignificant. But my vanity lead to my downfall. Isn't it nice? It is all about accepting change.
There is just one thing I can't understand: how the hell do people cope? Throwing the kitchen sink at the hair loss and getting results - that must be really exhausting.
Are you honestly saying that it doesn't bother you one bit? Putting sh*t on your head two or more times a day, messing with your bodys hormones, taking all kinds of suspicious pill. EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE! I wll not even touch the subject of hair transplants - that i a whole different bag of crazy.
I can probably see the motivation for the ultraresponder - but what about all the rest? People with shitty hair obsessively buying expensive treatments while applying liquids, lotions and creams. What do your girlfriends say? What do your friends say? How about your family? "You see, I put all this sh*t on my head and digest these hormone-altering drugs so that I can keep my diffuse hairloss for years and years".
Do you put this in perspective? The life-time commitment? It's not just what other people think - what about your own sanity? Spending the rest of your lives watching your hairline or crown in the mirror, checking for any improvements or detoriation.
I say this as a diffuse NW4. I cannot see me obsessing over this sh*t anymore. I constantly feel the pressure of jumping on meds (even though I've lost relationships to the satans drug called Finasteride). There must be a way of accepting hair loss. I see it all the time! People under 30 without a single hair on their head living fulfilling lives without being super fit or incredibly handsome. Average people. The thing that seems to unite them though is this: happiness. They are comfortable int their own skin.
I realise that this is the wrong place to post a thing like this. And I admit - I am not comfortable in my own skin. My sole motivation for treating hair loss is peoples perception of me.
All this could be because I live in Sweden. Bald people left and right. This country i getting more and more americanized though.
I will not make a goodlooking baldie. I am 5.8, skinny and have a nose like a crooked hawk. But what is the alternative? Taking sh*t that can mess up my body, f*** with my mind and that - most of all - is a constant reminder of my hair loss. "Well, being bald is a constant reminder as well". I know, I know. But honestly, what is the point in having hair if all you do is worry whether or not it will fall off. I do that already! Without treatments!
The problem must be nostalgia. Like old people reminiscing about how everything was better in the old days. "Oh, my life was so much better with hair!". "I remember I used to do this when I had hair and it was so much better then!".
Do you people travel? See the world? Meet interesting people? Or do you sit around sulking over how you no longer can go out and pull an 18 year old hottie? Honestly? Is that what life is about?
I've read multiple posts on this section and it depresses the hell out of me. I am depressed already and hair loss will not make it easier. But posting messages where the whole world is against you because of hair loss is just disturbing for the mind.
I'll give you my story: I was seeing a girl (a beatiful girl with whom I could have had a wonderful life with). I was concerned about losing my hair so I started taking finasteride. That sh*t lead to me diffusing like a b**ch, getting brain fog so that I could not keep pace in conversations and constant, agonizing fatigue. Needless to say - that is not the kind of guy a girl sees a future with. Her boyfriend before me was bald and the guy she is seeing now (who happens to live in the building right across the street) is bald. So I am fairly certain that my balding was sort of insignificant. But my vanity lead to my downfall. Isn't it nice? It is all about accepting change.