Life Before MansMatters
I’m sixty years old. I’ve been a builder all my life. I started as an apprentice and worked my way up. I did up my first house and then built a business from there and now I have everything I need. I was never any good at school, but I could build anything with my hands and now have a large business.
Life was all good. I had great kids, a long-term girlfriend, went on holidays three times a year and enjoyed a pint on a Friday night. I had good health too. I hadn’t seen my doctor for years.
Then one night, everything went belly up. I was in bed with my girlfriend, enjoying ourselves, and had an accident. I felt pain like I never felt before. I thought I’d snapped it. After a while, the pain eased off, so I just assumed it would be ok.
After a few weeks, it looked different, not when soft, but when hard. It started curving up: a bit at first, then more, then a lot more. It was abnormal, and the pain returned.
After a while, it was impossible to have proper sex. I tried to tell myself I was OK, and it would sort itself out. But it didn’t. I also noticed it wasn’t as long or firm as before.
Visit to the Doctors
I went to my local doctors, and he reckoned it might be Peyronie’s disease, but he wasn’t sure. He said he’d refer me to a specialist. He told me the NHS waiting list was about eighteen months. I wasn’t prepared to wait that long.
So, I went private. I’d always heard that Harley Street was the place to go. I saw a specialist there, who was called a Urologist. He said the only option was surgery, but I’d have to wait until it reached the “chronic stage,” which would be at least another year.
He explained the operation, something called a Nesbit technique. He said they’d cut it open and shorten the longer side so both sides match. I’d already lost quite a bit of length, so that sounded grim. The thought of someone cutting me open down there frightened the life out of me.
He charged me £300 for a consultation, sold me a pump, and gave me tadalafil. I tried them both, but it made no difference.
Looking for Something Else
For a while I kept it to myself. I didn’t tell anyone. Not the lads, not the kids. Only my girlfriend knew. You don’t talk about stuff like that in my line of work.
Then I started checking online and I saw stuff on “non-invasive treatments.” I didn’t know what that meant at first. It turned out it just meant no cutting. That was all I needed to hear. I wasn’t letting anyone near me with a knife.
It was my girlfriend who got in touch with MansMatters. She filled out a form on their website, and they rang her back the same day. We were together at the time, and she handed me the phone.
At first, I was a bit gruff on the phone. I spoke to a chap called Charles. Straight away he said he’d had Peyronie’s himself about fifteen years ago. Said three of the guys at the clinic had it too, so they knew what it was like and how I felt. That made it a lot easier.
He said, “We’re not like the usual clinics. We’ve been through it ourselves.” It was the first time I’d talked to someone and I could be blunt about how it affected me. He told me about the treatments they offered, all non-surgical. He said they’d helped a lot of men who were told they needed an operation.
He also told me something that stuck, that around 9% of men get Peyronie’s Disease, but zero men talk about it. He was right. If you break your arm, you tell everyone. But if you get Peyronie’s, you keep quiet.
Charles said they offered a free in-clinic consultation and diagnosis, and I could bring my partner if I wanted. I decided to go on my own.
My First Appointment
The clinic was in Knightsbridge. A bit posher than my doctors, but easy to find. I walked in expecting snooty London people, but everyone was friendly and normal.
I met Mr Alamshan and another young doctor who told me he’d also had Peyronie’s and been treated at MansMatters himself. That made me feel much more at ease.
Then came the awkward bit. I had to take my trousers off so they could take a look. Not something I’ve ever done in front of another man, never mind two. They used what they called a penis table, a small articulated table they placed between my legs. They raised it up and identified where the scar tissue was. It was a bit strange, but professional.
They showed me the very fancy technology they use, special equipment with gadgets that move across the area to target the scar tissue precisely. They mentioned that some clinics don’t have the right kit and end up doing it by hand.
They went through my medical history. I’m healthy, no diabetes, no high blood pressure, and fit for my age, so it was clearly from the injury with my girlfriend. They explained that it can happen from trauma, just bad luck really.
The Treatment Plan
They recommended three treatments: Focused Shockwave Therapy, EMTT, and NanoVi Exo. They explained how each one worked. They improve blood flow, break down the scar tissue, help my cells repair themselves, and straighten my bend.
It would take six weeks, one session a week. There would be no downtime. They said most men start straight away, so I said, “Let’s get on with it.”
To my surprise, it didn’t hurt. The shockwave felt like a soft tapping. The NanoVi Exo went through a tube on my nose. Then the EMTT had almost no sound. There was no pain.
I’d brought my pump along on the second visit, and they trained me how to use it properly. Before, I’d just been handed it with no instructions. They also gave me tadalafil again but explained properly why it helps.
The Results
The first couple of weeks there wasn’t much change in the bend. But the pain went almost straight away. That was huge. I could sleep again.
By the last session, the curve had improved, I’d say by about 20%. I could have sex again without it being awkward or painful. That was a big relief. I got my confidence back.
I still have a bit of a curve, and I know MansMatters offer more advanced treatments if I want to take it further, and I might when work slows down. But I’m happy for now.
What I liked most was that the people were down to earth. They treated me like a normal bloke, not some medical case. I even looked forward to going in each week. I never thought I’d say that.
Looking Back
This whole thing knocked me sideways. I’m not the type to talk about personal stuff, but it really got to me. Finding MansMatters changed that. I didn’t just get movement and shape back, I got my cheeky self back too. I’m back on site, busy as ever, enjoying the banter and feeling like myself again.
This has been reviewed by Mr Leon Alamshan, Lead Medical Consultant at MansMatters.
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