Community Conversation => Transgender talk => Topic started by: Rena-san on December 06, 2012, 12:57:49 PM Return to Full Version
Title: I need to publish my problem
Post by: Rena-san on December 06, 2012, 12:57:49 PM
Post by: Rena-san on December 06, 2012, 12:57:49 PM
So that I take it out of the closet and cut off its power supply which is privacy and shame.
I think I've read that others on here suffer from this problem, and it would make sense given the lack of connection/shame we associate with our genitals.
Anyway, I suffer from extreme paruresis. Shy bladder. There are times I can't go in my own home if my parents or siblings are home or if I know someone is waiting on me. Even the fear of someone seeing me go into a bathroom (gender neutral or not) destroys me. I have to know 100% that there is absolutely no one around, that no one will walk in on me, that no one will try to come in. There must be absolutely no noise. Even a sudden creak, moaning pipe, or running water sound can halt everything. I have to know that I don't have to be somewhere in like 15 minutes or less (it can literally take me upwards of 15 minutes to initiate urination).
This problem emerged when I was going through puberty, and at the same time my problem with my gender occurred as well. I had always preferred to go sitting down, but then, I think one day I developed this fear that the other boys would make fun of me if they heard me going but saw me sitting. I don't really know. It was such a long time ago. It just sucks so bad.
I feel unable to work as many hours as I would want to because I know I can't use the bathroom at work. I can't travel. I hate driving long distances.
This is even one of the reasons I would be afraid to have the surgery. What if the doctor does it but it makes it worse, and I can never urinate again. Or what if my inability to urinate normally interferes with the healing process. I would be so afraid of that first urination after the surgery that I think I don't even want to go there.
I have tried exposure therapy. I've tried listening to music. I've tried the breath holding technique. I've recently begun telling all my friends about it. And now here I am, telling the digital world about it. I'm exhausted. Nothing has worked, and I feel utterly and totally defeated by it.
I think I've read that others on here suffer from this problem, and it would make sense given the lack of connection/shame we associate with our genitals.
Anyway, I suffer from extreme paruresis. Shy bladder. There are times I can't go in my own home if my parents or siblings are home or if I know someone is waiting on me. Even the fear of someone seeing me go into a bathroom (gender neutral or not) destroys me. I have to know 100% that there is absolutely no one around, that no one will walk in on me, that no one will try to come in. There must be absolutely no noise. Even a sudden creak, moaning pipe, or running water sound can halt everything. I have to know that I don't have to be somewhere in like 15 minutes or less (it can literally take me upwards of 15 minutes to initiate urination).
This problem emerged when I was going through puberty, and at the same time my problem with my gender occurred as well. I had always preferred to go sitting down, but then, I think one day I developed this fear that the other boys would make fun of me if they heard me going but saw me sitting. I don't really know. It was such a long time ago. It just sucks so bad.
I feel unable to work as many hours as I would want to because I know I can't use the bathroom at work. I can't travel. I hate driving long distances.
This is even one of the reasons I would be afraid to have the surgery. What if the doctor does it but it makes it worse, and I can never urinate again. Or what if my inability to urinate normally interferes with the healing process. I would be so afraid of that first urination after the surgery that I think I don't even want to go there.
I have tried exposure therapy. I've tried listening to music. I've tried the breath holding technique. I've recently begun telling all my friends about it. And now here I am, telling the digital world about it. I'm exhausted. Nothing has worked, and I feel utterly and totally defeated by it.
Title: Re: I need to publish my problem
Post by: Saffron on December 06, 2012, 01:51:24 PM
Post by: Saffron on December 06, 2012, 01:51:24 PM
I don't think the surgery would make it harder for you.
Have you tried talking to a therapist?
Have you tried talking to a therapist?
Title: Re: I need to publish my problem
Post by: spacial on December 06, 2012, 02:14:31 PM
Post by: spacial on December 06, 2012, 02:14:31 PM
I'd be surprised if a surgeon was prepared to treat you until you have that sorted out, though it won't cause you any problems as such since you're generally given a catheter.
But you do need to sort it. Therapy can help. Good quality pads can as well.
But it needs to be sorted regardless of what you do.
But you do need to sort it. Therapy can help. Good quality pads can as well.
But it needs to be sorted regardless of what you do.
Title: Re: I need to publish my problem
Post by: Apples Mk.II on December 06, 2012, 03:23:12 PM
Post by: Apples Mk.II on December 06, 2012, 03:23:12 PM
When I was I kid and constantly bullied, I was hurled and launched away when I was using a vertical urinary because the damn bully did not want to wait. I was not able to use a public bathroom properly until I was 20, and it is still difficult. I can only used closed stalls, and if the lock is working properly. I learned to wait more than 6-7 hours without peeing and reduce my intake of liquids.
At 12 we went on a day trip with the class and I had to use a public bathroom again for the first time. It took me so much time that everybody was teasing me when I came out (And I could only pour a few drops).
Things got worse paruresis style in 2004. I was just out of the ER and back in a recovery room. It was the time before the restriction on visitors was established. I had not been able to pee since before the surgery. Now I was weak, needing to pee in a room full of more than eight visitors, and I was given that thing they call a "Rabbit". I just could not. As if I did not have enough issues usually, like to do it with eight people. I spent all the night trying to do it, and failed. The next day I could not take it any more.
So, Here it goes. I guess this is the moment when the victim reunites all the courage and overcomes the fear. Isn't it? It is not. I could not go. The nurse tried everything, even letting the water run. In the end the only solution was to have a catheter inserted in my penis. The shame and feeling of helplessness reached even new levels. When one day later it was removed and I was able to walk, I had to spent two or three days with pain for peeing. Probably it was a bit infected.
After that, I lost the capacity for holding that long. The experience of keeping it for so much time had been so terrible that whenever I moved tracking a bathroom with a good door was mandatory. But at least I can use them.
So how are things now? I still won't use a vertical urinary, but simply because I don't consider them hygienic. If the stall lock is broken, it still takes me more time since I cannot relax, but the worst... I will decline offers for going on trips or to the mountain depending on the availability or restrooms. I have tried it. I may get like 500 metres or more away from the group, looking for a secluded spot and... 100 kilometres of wood and somebody has to come in that precise moment. I don't drink on festivities because I can't pee on the street.
Yup, it's quite awful. Now I am remembering things I had forgotten. Probably there is a tipping point that helps you move forward. Mine was a freaking catheter. never again.
PS: Oh wait, there was that ocassion. It was a bachelor party in a country village with free all the "booze you can drink". I was too drunk and decided to leave when my bladder was at the limit. The walk home was 10 minutes, slowed down by erratic walking. In the end I found a wall covered by darkness and did it there, uninhibited, on the open, watching the stars. I was never so happy when I went home and entered bed. At the next morning I realized two things: some of the pee went to my shoes. I had been peeing in an old abandoned cemetery.
At 12 we went on a day trip with the class and I had to use a public bathroom again for the first time. It took me so much time that everybody was teasing me when I came out (And I could only pour a few drops).
Things got worse paruresis style in 2004. I was just out of the ER and back in a recovery room. It was the time before the restriction on visitors was established. I had not been able to pee since before the surgery. Now I was weak, needing to pee in a room full of more than eight visitors, and I was given that thing they call a "Rabbit". I just could not. As if I did not have enough issues usually, like to do it with eight people. I spent all the night trying to do it, and failed. The next day I could not take it any more.
So, Here it goes. I guess this is the moment when the victim reunites all the courage and overcomes the fear. Isn't it? It is not. I could not go. The nurse tried everything, even letting the water run. In the end the only solution was to have a catheter inserted in my penis. The shame and feeling of helplessness reached even new levels. When one day later it was removed and I was able to walk, I had to spent two or three days with pain for peeing. Probably it was a bit infected.
After that, I lost the capacity for holding that long. The experience of keeping it for so much time had been so terrible that whenever I moved tracking a bathroom with a good door was mandatory. But at least I can use them.
So how are things now? I still won't use a vertical urinary, but simply because I don't consider them hygienic. If the stall lock is broken, it still takes me more time since I cannot relax, but the worst... I will decline offers for going on trips or to the mountain depending on the availability or restrooms. I have tried it. I may get like 500 metres or more away from the group, looking for a secluded spot and... 100 kilometres of wood and somebody has to come in that precise moment. I don't drink on festivities because I can't pee on the street.
Yup, it's quite awful. Now I am remembering things I had forgotten. Probably there is a tipping point that helps you move forward. Mine was a freaking catheter. never again.
PS: Oh wait, there was that ocassion. It was a bachelor party in a country village with free all the "booze you can drink". I was too drunk and decided to leave when my bladder was at the limit. The walk home was 10 minutes, slowed down by erratic walking. In the end I found a wall covered by darkness and did it there, uninhibited, on the open, watching the stars. I was never so happy when I went home and entered bed. At the next morning I realized two things: some of the pee went to my shoes. I had been peeing in an old abandoned cemetery.
Title: Re: I need to publish my problem
Post by: Jamiep on December 06, 2012, 03:54:55 PM
Post by: Jamiep on December 06, 2012, 03:54:55 PM
hippolover and Apple Seed,
I am so sorry to hear that urinating can be so acute a situation, didn't even know it was a symptom with a name. All my life I have had shy bladder but nothing close to what you experience. Running water, I rarely have to resort to but I thought it might be a suggestion. In a public washroom even with a friend at a stand up stall, I mostly have trouble getting started & have to wait until they leave. If other people are around I will go to a stall and sit. I never worry if someone can tell if I am sitting for all they know I am having a bowel movement, that is what you do. At home quite often I sit to urinate as it is more comfortable. Even at home with the urge to urinate standing, it doesn't start immediately sometimes, I may have to relax and wait perhaps as much as a minute to start. I only tell people if they have had to wait for me. I have had two hernia operations, so I know what it is like trying to get going with discomfort in the genital area, purging doesn't stop. I haven't felt my situation serous enough to go to my GP. It is good to know that the medical field has help in this regard. I hope there is a solution to allow you to be free flowing (puns unintentional, just how my mind expressed the thoughts). I empathize with you and best of luck.
Jamie
I am so sorry to hear that urinating can be so acute a situation, didn't even know it was a symptom with a name. All my life I have had shy bladder but nothing close to what you experience. Running water, I rarely have to resort to but I thought it might be a suggestion. In a public washroom even with a friend at a stand up stall, I mostly have trouble getting started & have to wait until they leave. If other people are around I will go to a stall and sit. I never worry if someone can tell if I am sitting for all they know I am having a bowel movement, that is what you do. At home quite often I sit to urinate as it is more comfortable. Even at home with the urge to urinate standing, it doesn't start immediately sometimes, I may have to relax and wait perhaps as much as a minute to start. I only tell people if they have had to wait for me. I have had two hernia operations, so I know what it is like trying to get going with discomfort in the genital area, purging doesn't stop. I haven't felt my situation serous enough to go to my GP. It is good to know that the medical field has help in this regard. I hope there is a solution to allow you to be free flowing (puns unintentional, just how my mind expressed the thoughts). I empathize with you and best of luck.
Jamie