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“I was 16 years old when I started having erectile dysfunction.” Benn King believed that impotence was something “that only happens to older men.” But it turns out that the problem is affecting more and more young men. Here’s his story.

I was 16 years old when I first discovered that my penis was losing hardness when I masturbated.

Then, my morning erections stopped. This was the first sign that something was wrong with me. Over the next year, the situation gradually worsened. Masturbation and sex began to be difficult – the moment I stopped stimulation, my penis immediately became flaccid.

I’m sure my then-girlfriend noticed something was wrong, but we didn’t feel comfortable discussing it.

I had no one to share this with

I grew up without a father and was embarrassed to tell my school friends about it. They would just beat me up. Instead, like everyone else, I continued to brag about my sex life.

Pornography also plays a role. When I was very young, I watched so much extreme porn – sometimes several times a day – that I found it difficult to achieve an erection during actual sexual intercourse. Many men have the same problems.

Viagra in secret

Now I’m 25 years old. At some point, I finally went to the doctor, but this only made me feel worse. He brushed it off, saying that I probably masturbated too much. I left the office completely upset.

Then, I began to prescribe Viagra from India over the Internet secretly. Before sexual intercourse, I ran into the bathroom to take a pill, and then I pleasured my girlfriend with oral sex for about 20 minutes until my penis was excited to the point that I could enter her.

Each tablet cost £1.50 (just over two dollars), and there were 20 of them in a pack. I must have spent hundreds of pounds on them over the years! Most guys have a condom in their wallet, but I had Viagra. I couldn’t understand why this was happening to me at such a young age.

It all caused me enormous distress.

If I suddenly ran out of pills, I would panic and come up with excuses not to make love. But even when the medicine helped, I still didn’t enjoy sex. The fear of losing my erection constantly haunted me.

One day, my next friend found these pills and asked what they were. I felt so uncomfortable that I pretended not to hear her question. This secret began to dominate our relationship, and we eventually broke up. I’m sorry I didn’t open up to her; I was embarrassed.

Tablets, gels, injections.

A few years later, I began to think about suicide. It became difficult for me to enter into romantic relationships – how could anything come of it if my penis didn’t work? I thought that since I didn’t have an erection, then I would never be able to find love and start a family, and then why even try?

I cried into my pillow at night, worrying about my penis. I started taking drugs. I thought like this: my body no longer functions normally.

So why should I worry about my healthcare?

The day came when I finally reached my breaking point and couldn’t stand it – I told my mother everything. Sitting in her kitchen, I said that if I don’t solve this problem before I’m 30, I’ll take my own life. She was very upset but began to calm me down and immediately made an appointment with another doctor.

I was referred to a urologist, who recommended a whole bunch of things: tablets, gels and even injections. The injections – that was terrible! It turns out that actors in porn films give such injections so that they do not lose an erection during filming. My hand shook every time I brought the syringe to my penis.

The injections helped

But after a month and a half, I stopped taking them – it was a nightmare. I can’t imagine who would like this – putting a syringe into their penis.

The long-awaited erectile dysfunction tests

I also started seeing a psychologist and wondering what role my constant anxiety played in causing erectile dysfunction.

I realized that the fact that I had kept quiet about it for so long had only increased my anxiety and made the situation worse. It was like a weight off my shoulders that I finally began to deal with this problem and no longer carried this terrible secret within me.

I had various checks done

And was eventually diagnosed with a venous leak. In short, this means that blood is not circulating properly in the veins of my penis, although why this happens and how common it is is a matter of varying opinions.

This can be caused by vascular pathologies, trauma during intercourse and excessive masturbation, which injures the tissues of the penis, which can then cause depression and anxiety.

Everything indicated that there was no long-term solution to my erection problems. I tried another new drug, and for several months, everything worked. And then I started to freak out again, and the erection disappeared.

From automatic to manual

Eventually, my doctor suggested getting a prosthesis. It consists of two plastic rods implanted inside the penis, to which is attached a special bag of saline solution implanted to my lower abdomen. The prosthesis acts like a pump hidden in my scrotum. Before sexual intercourse, I squeeze it ten times, it pumps up the arteries in my penis, and the penis gets excited. The erection disappears only if I press the release button. And I still have normal ejaculation.

My current girlfriend, whom I met three months after I got my prosthesis, knows everything. When I told her about this, I joked that I had switched from automatic to manual mode. She understood everything correctly, and I even began to think that if I had met her earlier, I wouldn’t have had all these problems since I wouldn’t worry so much about all this.

My friends know everything too.

I told them about it, calling myself a “robot man.” I then worked at a construction site, and everyone started asking me to show how it worked. It was as if I was demonstrating a new gadget.

All my closest friends supported me. I was even surprised – I imagined how they would make fun of me for several years, but they even felt sad that I had not told them about everything earlier.

I am now in seventh heaven because I can make love and no longer worry about losing my erection. Medical Options are now helping me treat my condition. Sometimes, I am tormented by doubts: did I do the right thing by agreeing to a prosthesis? This operation is irreversible, so if, in 20 years, a cure for erectile dysfunction suddenly appears, then I will not be able to do anything about it.

A Happy Ending

So, I advise anyone with this problem to have a heart-to-heart discussion with someone before starting any treatment. Better yet, find an understanding partner you will not feel embarrassed with. And don’t sneak Viagra like I did.