Hi, everybody.

Well, here I am - presumably for the same reason as you are: I've been dealt a rather rough hand by the fates and have ended up afflicted by the cruel and horribly unfair malady that is called Peyronie's disease.
My Physical SituationI first noticed my Peyronie's about four and a half years ago - one fateful night when I was no more than a boy of 18, I noticed some odd bands of hard tissue just below my glans (head of the penis.) Oddly enough, I can't remember many details of the progression other than that the quality of my erections diminished quite quickly after I first noticed my plaques. Unusually, I don't have a much, if any, of a bend - instead, I have a bottlenecking effect close to the the head of my penis which leads to, overall, a sadly weak erection. I would estimate it's, at most, 75% of its original size and firmness when erect; the head is pretty close to soft when I'm erect. Viagra is the only medicine I've tried to help this, which did absolutely nothing. Therefore, I'm sceptical that Cialis will be any more effective. Now taking Vitamin E, and arranging an appointment to see if I can meet the Dr. in Toronto who specializes in Peyronie's (I'm about an hour outside Toronto).
The last time I saw my urologist was a year ago, when I got viagra. I hope to get a new one, because he has been cold, unhelpful, and it has required my suggestion/requesting of things rather than him ever prescribing anything proactively. He exudes an air of "there's nothing I can do for you." Medically, I plan to ask my Dr. about
Pentox and
Verapamil. Do I have to order
L-Arginine online? I can't find it at the pharmacies here in Ontario.
I usually don't have much pain. Occasionally I'll have a feeling of pressure or discomfort in my penis - in fact, I feel it right now as I type this. Other than that, I've been fortunate to escape any serious pain associated with the disease.
I've also been handed the double whammy of suffering from premature ejaculation in the extreme measure. And I mean extreme: I've literally never lasted more than 5 seconds with a woman. Though the last time I had any intimate contact was a long, long time ago.... All this put together means I've never had a real (penetrative) sex life, and probably never will.
My Psychological Situation
The last five years of my life have been, at their best, something approaching a normal life - at their worst, a living hell of internal suffering. But the "normalcy" I've managed to eke out in my own mind seems always to turn out to be only a temporary respite from the bitterest, grimmest of truths: my penis is broken, my "manhood" corrupted, my chance of a normal sex life ruined forever. As you all know, it's a monumental struggle to come to terms with this disease, and I wrestle with the consequences of Peyronie's each and every single day. It seems an incredibly cruel circumstance of fate that I've been given a body with natural urges to love and make love, yet had the primary instrument of that love be turned into an object of suffering, shame, and pain. Though I have good days and bad days, there seems to be no final dawn at all. No light at the end of the tunnel.

I am seeking psychiatric help due to the darkness this disease consistently shrouds my life in.
I avoid relationships. I've turned down cute and kind girls that liked me because I'm too chicken and paralyzed by shame and fear.

But I always get up and try again. I think we all deserve tremendous credit for dealing with this - credit we'll never get, because, well, who wants to tell everyone about their Peyronie's disease?

I have given absolutely everything to maintain a positive worldview, but at times I've found it completely impossible to simply "not let it get me down." I fight and I struggle and I resist - but I intrinsically can't seem to accept that my penile function is severely compromised forever. Every time I see a pretty girl, it's like a whiplash to my soul - the body urges, the mind reminds me of my (seeming) inadequacy, of my curse. I just want to be normal. If you could trade an arm or a leg for the cure to Peyronie's, I'd do it in an instant. I'm haunted by images of what my life could have been by this point if I hadn't suffered this malady.
Five years of this. Five years of pain, anger, hurt, loneliness, depression, suffering, and isolation. A disease that 99% of men my age will never hear of, let alone have to live through for their whole adult lives. When I first came to this site I was scared off for a long time after reading a few guys saying "Well, geeze, this is horrible now - imagine how bad it would be if you got it when you were 18! We're just lucky that's not us." Well, I'm living the nightmare of the guys living the nightmare.
Sorry to sound negative, because often I do manage to keep a smile on myself.

I just needed a place to vent, because, well, everyone needs that I think. I have almost no one to talk about this freely with.

I do believe that someday I will overcome this - mentally, if not physically. I have no other choice
than to overcome it - or else doom myself to a useless life of sadness. But right now, as a young man, this is just too hard to take and carry on with a normal life.
If anyone's read this far, thank you so much. Is there hope for me? What things can I start doing that I'm not? I would love to hear from anyone: thoughts, advice - any shred of consolation or commentary would mean the world to me.