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It’s the most difficult aspect of my recent life’s turmoil or the downward spiral I found myself lost in – a process that has seen me lose a wonderful and loyal wife, a career in journalism, good friends who just couldn’t or wouldn’t follow me where my Parkinson’s Disease, and a myriad of possible permutations involving partially overlapping ‘issues’ including an underlying reckless personality as well as a more recent and much more sobering official diagnosis of schizo-affective disorder would lead me.

I am talking about the 20% of PD sufferers on meds who will develop some kind of behavioural compulsive disorder. In my case this proved to be hyper-sexuality.

My mind played such bizarre tricks with me and in my isolation and lack of real support, I got up to no good in so many ways. I’m just being open about it to warn any newly diagnosed PD heroes of this compulsive behaviour risk.

For me, being prescribed the LDopa agonist Sifrol was the worst, it really made my mind spin and skewed my decision making faculties. 

Below one misguided business idea I had, based on the notion that if I had to be mega-randy all the time anyway, I may as well have some fun with it and make some dosh at the same time. It featured as a classified ad in Locanto off and on for a number of weeks.  Luckily though I never had any punters..

Typically what used to happen is I’d get going on all kinds of ideas like this in the dead of night and only the next day I tended to think, ‘what the hell was I thinking?’ And then I’d scramble to erase all traces of it. Seeing it now the incredible level of double-entendre seems almost more offensive than the over-the-top pole waving.

I also seriously made enquiries to become a gigolo. Can you imagine? What if instead of as advertised by the agency, the female client is faced with a stuttering flailing buffoon, very sexy indeed. Well. I suppose the tremor in my left hand could still come in handy – no pun intended.

Here, a gallery with some pictures of my favourite appendage, usually in a tumescent state. The effect of the PD meds also includes a striking lessening of what might best be described as good judgement or even the most basic sense of decorum. That filter that would usually prevent me from sending a pic of my pik (Dutch: cock) to some long-suffering female friend or new – and inevitably temporary – acquaintance just wasn’t there.

I remember sending one such friends a set of four or five video clips of me masturbating and cumming in a frenzy of orgiastic delight. They were recorded over the scope of a month or so but this friend had assumed that they were all taken the morning I fouled her inbox with them.

There’s no way I could have produced so much in such a short time. To her credit this friend never ended our friendship – something which would have been entirely understandable.

There were many, many working girls.

Although not the happiest of environments, I must admit there was a side to the nightlife style of fast reckless searching around for something resembling actual relief that resonated with me. Whether this was in Frisco, KL or San Jose, I loved choosing a ‘lady of the night’ and then that feverish anticipation until opening my hotel door to a gentle knock.

Of course looking back I am not proud of this in any way.

My lovely, quite experienced, sugarbaby with whom I used to meet up for a while on weekdays after she left school for the day and before she headed home. I can’t for the life of me remember her name.

Of course there were any carnal (misadventures) around the world in the days before I and Parkinson’t together destroyed my life, my marriage and my sanity. There are so many outrageous incidents still fresh in mind, for instance that time in San Jose when I opted for a four hands massage at a dodgy looking parlour in a dodgy looking part of that eerie town.

It ended with two giant Polynesian woman needing and pressing my flesh which never rose from its flaccid demeanour. The ladies also kept talking over me (literally) in their own language, only furthering the sense of distance and alienation on my part.

Will be adding memories soon, I can already feel the katharsis of expunging some of these impactful experiences. It’s not like I can expect any real help from science or medicine in this regard so I may as well try some auto-therapy myself.

If people like to learn more stay tuned, especially if your specialist has just prescribed Sifrol.