Is it really depressing as depicted in Fight Club? It seems to me that life would be pretty pleasant without having to worry about things like ego, tesosterone, and other alpha male situations.
My sister’s cat was neutered and she said that male cats often become very snuggly afterward. What would be the need of being snuggly if there is no longer the urge to mate?
Physiological: these days you wouldn’t find out, because you’d no doubt be on hormone replacement therapy on pretty short notice. I’m not sure anyone can say for sure anyhow, it is hard to separate it from…
I am sure the Japanese and Germans have quite a hefty file on the effects of castration. You know, what with their 1940s medical experimentation camps and all.
It depends to some extent on the age of the man. Older men are often already somewhat “castrated” i.e. their testosterone and other male hormones are down. Note that castration (surgical or chemical) is frequently done to treat prostate cancer.
Some common effects might include loss of interest in and drive for sex, some decreased aggressive behaviour (only if prominent before, otherwise perhaps just a bit more passive), fatigue, and possibly depression. Although not psychological, hot flushes would likely occur.
What do you think they do when you get testicular cancer? That’s why they went on and on about the fact that Norton’s character started buying all that Ikea crap and all the different condiments. Do they have to spell it out for you?
I can tell you all about what the psychological effects of surgery on the 'dads are like, but I fortunately avoided the Big Snip. Heck, I’ve spewed those psychological effects all over this message board.
Wait a minute. That didn’t come out right. Hell with it. Witness exhibit #1.
I recently read of a man illegally practicing medicine out of a hotel room. Men were coming to him for voluntary castration! Eeeeeeewwwwwwww. I can’t even imagine the psychological state these men were in BEFORE they went to see this “doctor” let alone AFTER it was done…
Sorry I can’t provide the cite right now, it’s too damn late in the day.
I must admit I am disappointed with the quality of the replies you’ve had to this question, wishbone old chap. No wonder you’ve been so snippy in reply.
What I remember distinctly from my psychology studies is that men who are castrated after established sexual activity usually continue to be capable of sexual relations. Those dear little glands, although significant, can be overridden by a well-established program based on pleasure.
On the other hand, youngsters castrated before sexual maturity will retain a light voice, likely grow little beard, and may not form sexual attachments with women.
Despite this, it is said that some of the famous and adored castrati of the baroque italian stage had relations of some kind with women. Perhaps the pleasures of sex, love, snuggling naughty adventure and intimacy meet the needs of more than just our gonads?
But as regards your OP I suspect that the movies are not reliable as a source of medical information. For example, all of us not living in hollywood know that when a guy is hit in the balls his voice does not go up two octaves.
I haven’t seen the fillum* in question, but I suspect that the take on testicular cancer treatment as depicted in Fight Club is as accurate as the movie world’s depiction of hypnosis, the effects of laser beams on solid steel, the sound a punch in the jaw makes, and the recoil effect of a gunshot. ie, not at all.
yrs ever Redboss
*[sub]“fillum” - australian for “movie”
as in “Gee, Glenn Ford makes good fillums doesn’t he?”[/sub]
Wait a sec, folks - “Testicular cancer almost always occurs in only one testicle and the other testicle is all that is needed for full sexual function.” (American Institute of Preventative Medicine.)
And as I recall from the Tom Green show about his cancer treatment, his cancer was fairly advanced in that they had to remove lymph nodes - but still just one testicle, so he’s completely functional otherwise. (Does anyone know if he had a prosthesis installed?) Ditto, I believe, with Lance Armstrong.
Now, my dad’s old boss (and a family friend for decades) died at 85 on Friday, finally succumbing to prostate cancer. About twelve years ago my dad drove him to the clinic to have the castration done. At that time, at least, the choice was surgical castration or what sounded an awful lot like chemical castration - monthly shots that were painful and had side effects. By that time Burt was already 73 (or so) and a widower, so surgery seemed like the easier solution. It gave him ten extra good years, and although the last 2-3 weren’t great he would’ve gone through that regardless.