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As with many others on this forum, my hair loss is crippling me. As a NW5 I just turned 31 last week, single, haven't gotten laid in over 3 years and have 0 interest in dating, despite feeling very lonely at times.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed and I'm doing fairly well in the other departments, having lots of friends, tons of freedom (I'm self-employed and have a decent business going) and doing okay financially. Yet, despite having all those things, I can't get myself to date, because I just can't accept my looks.
I am diffusing really hard and have a big round balding spot with almost no hair, with a small tuft of hair on the front still standing strong. Like everyone else, I tried trimming it very short, but here is the issue: I HATE this look. I'm not a tough guy, I'm not a skinhead, and I don't have cancer. I understand that I'm stereotyping very hard here, but it's not just me, I literally had friends call me skinhead and it hurt.
I went to a hair clinic to look into hair transplants. Turns out I am not the best candidate, but it would be possible to get 2500 grafts, leaving another 2500 for a transplant 10 years down the line, which I would almost certainly need when hair loss continued on the sides. Just hearing these things made me worried, if a doctor already talks about a 2nd transplant and MHP, where is it gonna end?
What about a hair piece? At first, I was thinking never. No offense to people out there that have one, I actually came to realize that most of those are probably struggling with the idea as well, so they get my respect. I guess it just came from a childhood idea, where "wigs" were used to dress up and look like an idiot at carnivals. Or maybe it's because I'd feel less like a man, having to play dress up instead of owning my natural looks. And lastly, how would my friends react? They'd probably laugh their asses off, tell me I need to stop being a b**ch and man up. Everyone else that knows me in my town would instantly know I wore a wig as well. I'd be ridiculed everywhere.
That's how the idea slowly came about: why don't I just pack my suitcase, get a hair piece and go live somewhere else for a couple months, where nobody knows me, I can be a different person, and if something went wrong (people finding out or something) it wouldn't matter as I'd be gone in a few months anyway. I'd be able to find out how much it really affects me and how much my life is different. Maybe nothing changes, I'm still the same loser with (fake) hair and I come back even more depressed? (I know I said earlier I'm not depressed, I just don't like using the word depression lightly, as I think everyone has their demons and it's disrespectful towards people that really are rock bottom and see no way out. I do however think about my hair loss 200 times a day and it completely controls my life in a bad way). Or maybe life is awesome and I realize even more how much my hair loss fucked up everything?
What do you guys think? I'm sure some people out there must have thought about it or actually done it? Is it a stupid and immature idea?
The most ironic part about this is that I'm fantasizing about escaping my current life so i can "be myself" somewhere else, when in fact I'm doing the exact opposite, as I'd clearly "be someone else". Or maybe I just want to be the person I used to be? I have tons of other flaws that don't bother me a single bit, as I grew up with them and they make me who I am today. But this hair loss man, I just CANNOT seem to accept it .
Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed and I'm doing fairly well in the other departments, having lots of friends, tons of freedom (I'm self-employed and have a decent business going) and doing okay financially. Yet, despite having all those things, I can't get myself to date, because I just can't accept my looks.
I am diffusing really hard and have a big round balding spot with almost no hair, with a small tuft of hair on the front still standing strong. Like everyone else, I tried trimming it very short, but here is the issue: I HATE this look. I'm not a tough guy, I'm not a skinhead, and I don't have cancer. I understand that I'm stereotyping very hard here, but it's not just me, I literally had friends call me skinhead and it hurt.
I went to a hair clinic to look into hair transplants. Turns out I am not the best candidate, but it would be possible to get 2500 grafts, leaving another 2500 for a transplant 10 years down the line, which I would almost certainly need when hair loss continued on the sides. Just hearing these things made me worried, if a doctor already talks about a 2nd transplant and MHP, where is it gonna end?
What about a hair piece? At first, I was thinking never. No offense to people out there that have one, I actually came to realize that most of those are probably struggling with the idea as well, so they get my respect. I guess it just came from a childhood idea, where "wigs" were used to dress up and look like an idiot at carnivals. Or maybe it's because I'd feel less like a man, having to play dress up instead of owning my natural looks. And lastly, how would my friends react? They'd probably laugh their asses off, tell me I need to stop being a b**ch and man up. Everyone else that knows me in my town would instantly know I wore a wig as well. I'd be ridiculed everywhere.
That's how the idea slowly came about: why don't I just pack my suitcase, get a hair piece and go live somewhere else for a couple months, where nobody knows me, I can be a different person, and if something went wrong (people finding out or something) it wouldn't matter as I'd be gone in a few months anyway. I'd be able to find out how much it really affects me and how much my life is different. Maybe nothing changes, I'm still the same loser with (fake) hair and I come back even more depressed? (I know I said earlier I'm not depressed, I just don't like using the word depression lightly, as I think everyone has their demons and it's disrespectful towards people that really are rock bottom and see no way out. I do however think about my hair loss 200 times a day and it completely controls my life in a bad way). Or maybe life is awesome and I realize even more how much my hair loss fucked up everything?
What do you guys think? I'm sure some people out there must have thought about it or actually done it? Is it a stupid and immature idea?
The most ironic part about this is that I'm fantasizing about escaping my current life so i can "be myself" somewhere else, when in fact I'm doing the exact opposite, as I'd clearly "be someone else". Or maybe I just want to be the person I used to be? I have tons of other flaws that don't bother me a single bit, as I grew up with them and they make me who I am today. But this hair loss man, I just CANNOT seem to accept it .