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My name is David......
I am 34 years old, my wife and I have been married for 3 and 1/2 years, we have our first baby due in January, and yes, I too am a KS male.
I was diagnosed approximately 2 years ago, when my wife and I were unsuccessfully attempting to start a family. We both went through the "normal" infertility tests, and when the doctor noticed my small testes, he suggested chromosome tests. At first the news devastated us both. We had both dreamed of combining our individual talents and looks to have perfect children. After the usual mourning period, we opted to use donor sperm. Now, 2 years later, we are expecting our first child. I haven't put another thought to donor sperm since then, and am, like any expectant father, both nervous and excited to see what my boy (or girl) will be like.
My wife and I are pro abortion, for the right reasons. We do NOT feel that KS is the right reason, though. Since I was not diagnosed until the age of 32, I can only tell you the story of a man who never knew.
According to my mother, I was a perfect baby. Always smiled, crawled and walked early, and was very interested in every thing. I loved to look at every book, toy and picture I could find. I even cooed a lot an began to speak easily.
I didn't really want to start school, though. My earliest memories, were of the first day of kindergarten. I cried and wined all the way to school. I did, however like my teacher and loved to draw. I never liked reading, and hated it even worse as I grew older, and had to read aloud.
School was always a struggle for me, but I studied a lot, with my mother's help, and I moved through the grades. I never had a lot of friends, but I always had one best friend. Sometimes a boy and other times a girl.
In the sixth grade, my family moved to a different state. At the end of my sixth grade, I was held back a year. The reason, according to my teachers, was; "David is an intelligent boy, but he just won't apply himself". It is kind of funny to think back on that now, especially after reading other KS stories. I always had a bad temper, and would blow up at the smallest things. My two brothers and I would fight constantly, as many siblings do, and I would usually get really upset and start throwing things. I believe I was a true handful for both of my parents.
At that time I began little league baseball, tried wrestling, and even played football. I never was as good as my brothers when it came to sports, but the worse I did the harder I tried. I remember my parents always telling me, that it didn't matter how good I was, just that I gave it my all.
In Junior High, I tried out for Track. I found out that even though I wasn't coordinated enough to throw a baseball straight, kick a football far, or pin anyone to the mat, I could run. Not only could I run, but I could run forever. My Dad was a track star in his day, and though I wasn't the great sport hero he might have wanted, I had inherited his running form. From that day on, I ran.
In high-school, I continued my career in track. I attempted to be a good student, worked hard doing homework, and did everything not to have to read aloud in class. Then I realized that I was different. I had a fairly low sex drive, though I had lots of girl friends. They all used to say what a good listener I was, and they always felt so comfortable around me. I never paid much attention to my small testes, as far as I knew that was normal. I did notice that I had a hard time keeping my weight down, and while the other guys, were developing muscle, I would workout and workout only to build strength without the physical appearance. I even remember hating taking my shirt off in public, or at the pool. I was always ashamed of the flab and breast tissue. But other than thinking I was a little chubby, I never thought it would be anything else.
It was in high-school that I realized my true talents. I was very musically inclined, I played piano by ear, and had a beautiful voice. I could draw anything that came to mind, and my creativity level was so high that I designed play sets, choreographed music numbers, designed floats, and many other things. By my senior year in highschool, it didn't matter to any one that I was not Team Captain, or and A student.
I received music awards and scholarships, which sent me off to college. Once again music, theater and speech classes got me through. I still wouldn't read aloud, but give me the chance to sing a solo, and watch out.
Once out of college, and not knowing what I wanted to be when I grew up, I tried many different careers. I tried retail management, hotel management, and finally found that I had a special niche for Mortgage Banking. I work in the Accounting area of a large bank analyzing interest rates and account balances. I have even begun to write a procedure manual for the entire company.
I have continued using my creativity to build everything and anything out of wood. I have fixed up a few houses, hoping to someday afford my dream home.
It's strange to think that a man with KS, who grew up hating to read, who was never a true sports hero, and always thought he was a little different, would grow up to be such a "normal" guy.
So, for you parents who think this is a real bad thing, think again. Your son might be the next music sensation, if he is given the chance to live past 6 weeks. Now that I know, why I might be a little different, I make sure the thank my parents for their love, support and constant guidance. I hope that I will be able to instill as much confidence to my unborn child.
David
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