My Mom Told Me I Was…”Special”

I don’t know when it occured to me that I may be “different” from the other boys. I just remember lying in my bed at night and wondering if there could be anybody else out there like me. When I asked my Mom, she would just say “Of course everybody has them.” But I didn’t believe her. I knew she was just trying to be a good mom and make me feel better. Eventually she just broke down and said “OK, Brian…look, you are special. I don’t know how else to tell you. You’re special.” That was it, it was the only explanation I needed for several years. But now that I am grown, and have a chance to maybe help others out there who stress about their problems, I have decided to disclose to my friends and family what makes me special. I want to get it out there, and let the chips fall where they may, so here it goes.

 

I have nipples.

I know that is a lot to take in all at once, so I’ll understand if you let that sink in for awhile. But it’s true, I have nipples. I mean, they are kind of like what women have, but without the boobs. It was embarassing to know I was the only boy with nipples on his chest. Thank goodness I had a chest full of hair by age 7, so I could kind of hide them behind the hair, and nobody could see them. I always thought that maybe people knew something wasn’t right though, because they always stared at me when I wasnt wearing a shirt. I would scream something like “What’s wrong? Never seen a hairy chest on a 2nd grader before?” That usually worked and they wouldn’t try looking for them after that.

Even after 37 years, I haven’t really figured out what they do. As hard as I have tried, I cannot produce milk. I always thought that was what nipples were there for, but no matter how hard I squeeze, or even when I hook up those suction things that they put on cows, I still can’t get any milk out of them? I’ve even asked God why He gave me broken man nipples. I went to the only place I’ve ever heard Him speak; Wal Mart. When I asked Him why He gave them to me, He just blurted out in His booming voice “Mr. Smith to the automotive department please, your auto is finished!” That kind of sucked.

So, I appreciate everyone’s support through all of this. If you see me on the street, just smile and come up and give me a hug or something, that would mean a lot to me.

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