I am a 30 year old man, and have had ME for 3/4 years now. Probably the thing i strugle with more than anything else with this illness, is how castrated i feel by it. I have lost my strength completly, my physical strength. I struggle to pick up my daugher who is almost one. I struggle to move about in the most basic ways; yesterday i tried to go from sitting on the floor to sitting on the sofa and in trying to raise myself up, i couldnt get back and high enough and came crashing down in front of the sofa, scraping my back against the wood and bruising my bum. My arms ache if i try to use them, even to lift something to my mouth to eat. I have to walk slow if i walk at all, and have to keep asking my wife to slow down, even though she isnt walking fast. People more than twice my age strole past me at pace. I get out of breath and my legs burn like coals everytime i climb the stairs. If i ever go out i am looking for somewhere to sit down, at the supermarket, wherever. I cant lift anything heavy; today at the shops i used one of those wheeled baskets, which are great for me, but when i got to the checkouts i had to life it to the till. I struggled, and when i got high enough the assistant took it from me, and it was a breaze for him, to him, it weighed nothing, to me it was a case full of lead. You dont realise it when your a man, not until its gone, but just in your everyday existance, you exercise your masculinity in a thousand ways, you have physical strength even if your not a bodybuilder or pro wrestler - your a lion. And you dont even think about. I know that women with this illness have the same lack of strength, and that is a burden (ironic accidental pun) for them too, but as a man i just feel like that aspect of it is quite cruel for a man. In summary, from a male point of view, with this wretched illness, im a pathetic specimin, and im sick of it. What i would give to feel vigor and strength again.