Scar Care Many Years Post-Op.

This is something I have wanted to address for a little while now, but not had the time to do so properly.

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When I first had chest surgery I was reluctant to treat my scars for the first few months. After that I attempted to use various scar treatments in order to lessen the red coloring and slightly raised nature of my scars. This didn’t have much of a visible effect due to my inconsistency; I found massaging my scars triggering in a horrible way. I also had very prominent stretch marks on my chest due to years of horrible binding methods.

I left my scars alone for many years, allowing my chest hair to cover them. I still was not comfortable revealing my chest in public, despite my chest being very well healed and the scars no where near as visible as many other guy’s chests.

Fast forward to last week when I was cleaning out the bathroom cupboard and came across a bottle of Bio-Oil I had purchased a while back to apply on my scars. I was unsure if too much time had passed for any scar treatment to be remotely useful – but it was worth a shot because I had scar care readily avaliable.
I shaved my chest in the shower (I fucking hate chest stubble! Ew!) and once dried, massaged my scars and stretch marks for approximately five minutes each side. I’ve done this for almost a week daily now, and I could not believe the results after a few applications.

I really feel it’s the massage coupled with the Bio-Oil which is working; the massage being the most effective part of the duo. I feel it increases circulation into the scar tissue, allowing the scars to become much more representative of sourrounding skin tone.
I noticed that not only did my scars fade to almost nothing in terms of coloration, but that my massaging seemed to flatten out the slightly small areas where I had almost pimple-sized bumps from stitches healing. The ends of my incisions were slightly raised (approximately 1-2mm above the surface of the rest of my skin) and this has made them lessen dramatically also.

I guess the purpose of this post was to inform men who have had surgery quite a while back to not give up on scar treatment. It may still work. In fact, I now have somewhat of a renewed confidance that eventually, with massage and scar treatment I can get my scars to a level which I will find acceptable to become shirtless in public.

blackandyellowdoodles:

transmandad wanted:

… the situation of a Trans man father trying to teach his Son to pee standing, but having a fairly tough time because well.. you know! … Basically I wanted the dad to be all “here ill show you….uh…woops maybe not” and then the realization that comes with not being able to do things other dads do.

ah, something to look forward to!

This is magnificent, thanks!

I would love to write more here, but I’m exceptionally busy with my studies, work and maintaining a household/ trying to raise a human being/be a husband.

If you’ve got anything you’d like me to write about, feel free to ask/submit.

I find it much easier when I’ve been prompted with something such as that.

I do have something I plan on writing about when I feel I have enough time to dedicate to the topic. I’m not really fond of being half-assed.

Happy Mothers Day to all the Mother’s out there, specifically Aussie Mum’s who celebrate today.

My Wife is sleeping in, K and I have each got her presents and made cards.

We are also cooking her bacon and eggs for breakfast together.

If this is uncomfortable or you don’t want to answer that’s fine but I was wondering, did you carry your child or did you donate eggs or did you do the thing where they change the eggs into sperm or what? sorry, just trying to understand my furture options if i ever want to have kids.

This isn’t uncomfortable at all.

K is not my biological child, he is my Wife’s biological child that she had 11 months before we met. K’s maternal “dad” left shortly after K was born, he was an unplanned pregnancy and my Wife did not feel abortion was an option she wanted to take.

Turns out, K had a Father all along. When we met, I wasn’t called Dad straight away (obviously). Soon it became very clear that I wasn’t going anywhere at all – and my Wife asked me if I wanted to be K’s Father. The rest, as they say, is history.