01-16-2006, 04:58 AM
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Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: Seattle, WA
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My story with KP...
Hey everybody. This is my first post to the website and I gotta say how happy I am to find a community like this. For the longest time I have felt all alone with my KP problem. I felt like I had been jinxed with terrible luck, I still do.
It all started in 10th grade; I guess that’s about the time when a male’s body starts to go through significant changes. High school was the worst. I used to be very open and social during class. But once the redness on my cheeks appeared, I seemed to loose my sense of character. I became shy, self conscious and very depressed. My worst fear was getting up to do a speech in front of the class. My hands would shake with nervousness and I could feel the hot blood rush straight to my face. It would feel like I had my head inside an oven and everybody in the class was there to see it. Because I suffer from having KP on my cheeks its not like there is any article of clothing I could wear to hide it either. Those were and still are the worst moments of having this terrible disorder.
There are so many harsh experiences about this I literally feel like I could right a novel about it. Before my sophomore year in high school I never thought much about the way my face looked. I always considered myself a pretty good looking guy. But once the KP began to show up, I became extremely introverted. I couldn’t look people in eye when I was talking to them for a fear of them being superior in more ways than one. I had been one of my schools top athletes in football and basketball. I ended up quitting both due to my depression of having KP. It’s really silly now that I think about it because those are two decisions which I regret most about high school. I took myself out of the game and I have myself to blame for it. I can’t believe how I have altered my life around some stupid skin disorder and how it has affected me so, but it’s true.
The absolute worst feeling is when I’m hanging out with my friends and out of no where my cheeks will just break out and become soo red that it’s an entirely different shade; maroon would be the right choice of color. That is the moment when my anxiety becomes the worst and my KP grabs a hold of me and strangles me by the neck. I turn into a completely different person and my out going personality does a complete 180 and I want to go hide in a cave by myself.
I am now 22 and my dermatologist had me try all sorts of creams and lotions of which none of them worked. I even tried a very expensive laser shock treatment that hurt like crazy and didn’t work a single bit. Why is there no cure? This is driving me crazy and I hate the type of person I have become. 
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