My husband had a RP 10 weeks ago. Whilst the spirit might be willing, the flesh is totally asleep so we're well into the area of ED, no surprise there of course, and tbh after 10+ years of chronic Prostatitis, it makes little impact into our lives though it's good that he's at least free from the terrible pain caused by ejaculation.
We've recently moved house, after years of brilliant support from our previous GP who guided us to the PC diagnosis through thorough and careful monitoring across the years. Consequently, we hadn't met our new GP, having only had contact with the hospital so far. Two days ago, we saw our MacMillan nurse who gave us a form to take to the GP to gain a prescription for a vacuum pump etc. My husband saw the doctor this morning, who wasn't vaguely interested in the patient before him at all: there was no 'hi, pleased to meet you' or ''how have you been following surgery?' or suchlike, but simply the words 'what do you want me to do with this? OK, here's a prescription. Next please'.
Breaks my heart really. This process is, as everyone knows so well, really hard, very isolating, totally humiliating and emasculating (I could go on!) and my lovely hubby has coped heroically but to be treated so dismissively was a real knock. It seems from reading other posts that it's possible to have great support from one's GP, and today's experience was really unexpected. There are other doctors at the practice so we'll make sure we don't see today's chap (who unfortunately is the practice's senior partner) again, but isn't it bad that they're not trained to show at least some element of empathy and compassion? It wasn't like he was wasting the doctor's time.
Sorry about the moan - I feel better for sharing though!