(69) Living with my dysuria
He was born with the particularities of his present situation. Call it what you want, an illness, a deformity, a curse or an obscenity; it is irreversibly permanent. The accent was immediately put since birth, to find a way to reverse it, but it turned out to be so much more complicated than that, it was impossible.
At sight, it is not that apparent, his lower belly is more swollen and his genitalia, his penis especially, is strangely engorged. His backside is nearly all just old, flappy skin. The rest of his body looks rather normal. The doctors didn't know what caused it nor if there were any complications to his health.
They quickly verified that he was in no immediate peril and that his system functioned stably. There was, however, a serious complication and it is a rare and unusual form of dysuria, from the Greek "dus", not well, and "our", urine. This refers to a difficulty in urinating for one medical reason or another, something with the bladder or urethra, among others.
Since antiquity, there have been innumerable accounts of any body fluid or secretion occurring anywhere else in and out of the body. Given the terrifying and repulsive nature of most of these occurrences, he was blessed with having his happening out of sight. His case is he excretes feces through the penis and urethra and urinates strictly through the anus, ris rectum being some kind of the bladder. His entire body is to blame.
Having formed the way it did, there was no reversing it without causing death. His body could not survive without it going to waste the way it did. He never reached an age where he could stop wearing diapers. When he outgrew the baby ones, he wore adult ones. It wasn't harder or more complicated than that.
He needed few medications, the process was involuntary, he didn't need to make too many efforts and it wasn't particularly dirtier than for anyone else.
His condition ruled out any possibility of sexual relationships. Not only for hygiene but because his body didn't function that way. His testes are completely atrophied since birth and he has no reproductory hormones. He feels no need for it, ever, and he would never consciously choose to.
So apart from being unimaginably awkward, the actual expulsion of the feces through the urethra, the equivalent of when we need to go and do, is very painful. He takes a lifelong stool-softening treatment. Diaherria is the easiest for him. What he also finds extremely unpleasant is, that regardless if his stools are liquid or soft, his penis swells and contracts each time to expulse and it's painful.
This complex but simple situation exposed him to the life all such individuals have. What struck him from an early age is that no matter how they do it, in disgust or compassion, people have in common a curiosity, that is seldom concealed. It appeared to be natural, a fixed part of human nature. What makes him exceptional, is being one of the rare few reported cases of this sort of individual feeling no shame or rejection.
He was the way he was for himself and he didn't care how it was for others. He was amazed though at how he did it impressed people so much. He was always glad to talk about it and answer questions. He discovered through his dysuria a side of human nature he finds most morbid and hilarious. People search far and are ready to pay much to see something disgusting or unnatural, no matter how perverted or repulsive.
As far back as he could remember well when he had to go, his mom would rush to assist him, even after he was old enough to do it and go himself. The rest of the family loved it too. As long as he was little enough, his mom was sure to show a visitor what it looked like when he had to go if he had to go while they were there. Even people who never came by were sure to find out, his mom told everybody. It made him a celebrity.
It was during his early twenties, with much incentive from persistent proposals, that he began building his life and future. He took his dysuria to business and exploited human rapacity for such things. He didn't have to incite or advertise. He always had clients from word of mouth. He set himself up a versatile private practice. Most people wanted to come and see him go to waste both ways, but he got offers for documentaries, movies, advertising and even in some cases, to eat it as it came out.
His deep insight into human nature, his never-dying zeal in responding to a gruesome need, his humor, great amicability and -non-judgmental attitude are some of the reasons he is loved, respected, very wealthy and still very successful. He asked me to do this descriptive essay as a possible basis for his biography, pensively entitled "Living with my dysuria"
