To get in touch, email me using support@ the domain name. You’ve nothing to lose and everything to gain.
All the best, Andrew

Thanks for getting back to me Andrew. I’ll have a look and possibly try a meet out. Also this reply doesn’t need to be published. I appreciate you understanding. It’s sad people live with this disease of the mind. That’s all I can call it. I just can’t shake it. Weed probably heightens my issue if I’m being honest with myself, just numbs the pain I guess. Take care Andrew

Hi
What a gut-wrenching story. You have had more than your fair share of bad luck. And remember it is all bad luck. It is not about you. You would be fine if you had not gone through those experiences.

Now you do not have to stay that way. We have met over 850 men and women and have helped them move forward significantly. That's because we are charity volunteers and have all had paruresis to a greater or lesser degree. We run weekend residential workshops in an anonymous hotel, using a CBT process put together by psychologists, and then refined by our ongoing experience. We have run 160 workshops since 2003 so you can see that we have gained a lot of experience in dealing with this crap condition. We have even had clinical psychologists come as clients, because they could not treat themselves.

Have a look on our website: the workshop tab contains the dates of workshops and the means to book on one. The other tabs have a lot of useful information.

Feel free to reply to this posting anyway you wish. I you would like to have a confidential chat about it all with me, and it does really help to be listened to by someone who understands, I can arrange that.

You are young with 2/3rds of your life to live. You owe it to yourself to get on top of this condition with our help and then to enjoy the rest of that life.

All the best and looking forward to hearing from you

Andrew

I’ve been struggling with this ever since I was a young boy probably 10ish. Grew up in a single parent household with my mum. Used to see my dad 2 days of the month, the problem being everything he said it would stick. I loved him I wanted him to feel proud of me but I always knew he thought less of me and my older brother, the ones he had before his new marriage after he cheated on my mother with his secretary. I think I can sort of pin it on him. I remember as a child this was a massive issue for me. Maybe being around my mum constantly, going into the female toilets with her. Her having her own internal issues. I remember at my dad’s I used to try pee with the door open and sometimes he’d catch me and slap me and tell me to shut the door. Me pissingn the bed up til I was 16. Heartache. Grew up poor whilst my dad and his family had it all. Growing up being called a tramp by peers does something to you. In my adolescent years I made a bit of money and at 17 we booked a holiday to magaluf. My friends parents all paid for them, I paid for myself. I thought this was my time to leave it all behind me and get over this once and for all as I always knew that was a problem for me. It didn’t work out like that. I was spiked and robbed on the first night of that holiday. My friends laughed and told the whole of Facebook. I was so embarrassed, scared. Wasn’t sure whether I’d been raped as I had no clothes on. Life just never gave me a day off then I found weed and I’ve been addicted to that daily for about 17 years. It’s been that thing that I can use to say I don’t like doing social things. I do, I just can’t do it. My mind constantly thinks about toilet situations and I assess my drinking to make sure I don’t need to go where I can’t go. I saw a therapist for a while and it helped zero. Literally zero. I’m so upset I’m 32 and my life’s been stolen from me. I had dreams of making something of myself but my brain won’t let me forget. It’s so embarrassing I can’t even tell anyone. I hate it. Wish Elons brain chip would work for this so we can all just get on with our lives and not be robbed of it. I was diagnosed with MS 3 years ago after having my first daughter and it absolutely broke me. All this emotional trauma finally got the better of my health and now I’m just tired all the time. I’m sorry you also have to deal with this. I hope your stories not as awful as mine. My brain goes back to that part of big daddy where he helps the little boy go for a piss in the open. I feel that’s all I needed as a kid. Protect your kids, mine will never feel the pain like this.
My best wishes