It is 12:51AM and the fire alarm in my Denver high-rise is screaming; “fool, jump before you die a miserable death.” My little black cat, the real Dr. Kinsey has left the warmth of our cashmere comforter and is hiding under the bed. Three big rig fire trucks are here to save us with sirens howling. Me, I am doing what every other red blooded American man would be doing in this situation, blogging about delayed ejaculation (formerly known as retarded ejaculation). Thanks to the pharmacutical companies most everyone knows about erectile dysfunction and “premature ejaculation,” now known as early ejaculation. Fewer people know about delayed ejaculation (DE) because there are no little pills to fix it. And the problem is that DE is every bit as emotionally painful as the more common sexual concerns previously mentioned. I can’t tell you how many men have told me they feel broken because the can’t ejaculate and say, “Doc, I’m so screwed up, I can’t even cum.” As for their partner, they usually feel inadequate saying, “I’m not good enough for him to even cum inside me.” The truth is that many men of all ages suffer from DE. DE can be physiological, but more frequently it is psychological. In any event it is generally treatable. Everything has a bright side, and my hope from this midnight fire drill is that men who suffer from DE will know they are not alone. Like the fire department, help is on the way. www.doctorcannon.com
