Dearest Prat...There's SO MUCH I want to say to you. I understand what you're going through. I know that you're a man and I'm a woman...still obvious. You'd be surprised of how similar the outcomes can be, especially the feelings of detachment. Surgery performed on the body parts that connect us to our masculinity/femininity is life altering. We are forever changed. Anyone who tells you "everything's perfect" post surgery is performing a disservice, not only to themselves, but to those who are beating up on themselves for not feeling "perfect" post surgery. Yes, it's cliche, as time heals nothing IMO. However, time does allow you to sort things out and adjust to the changes.
What you are feeling is ABSOLUTELY NORMAL. It's way too soon for you to harshly judge yourself...if ever. Focus on the Blessings. The surgery is behind you. Your incontinence is subsiding. You are having erections for sex, though perhaps not yet fullfilling. Although many of your comrades will put the surgery behind them, unfortunately some may never regain continence or be without pads/shields. Some will never have a normal libido, much less a natural erection again. That's their TRUTH, although harsh.
I am so happy for your success thus far, friend. You are doing great for yourself and for those that will follow. It's not unusual for a traumatic event to bring about ways for your mind/body to cope. Detachment is one of those. It's only temporary. It's self-preservation, an off shoot of primal fear of death. Even though you now KNOW that your prognosis is excellent, you cannot lessen your grip on the reigns of fear. Believe me, I know. I'm a control freak too. (No apologies necessary. That's how we're wired".)
I isolated myself for almost a year after my surgeries (3 total). I felt gutted, much like a deer. I felt neutered. I was so weak from daily projectile vomiting, I could only crawl from bed to bathroom. I tried to continue my office work from home, but had to take sick leave. I lost my health, my sexuality, my identity as a woman and wife. My husband, who was an engineer by day and "Stevie Ray Vaughn lead guitar player" by night, left me to be with several other women. While I was hospitalized after my final surgery, He had women in my own freaking bed in my house that I designed and built. It was an UGLY TIME in my life that I must keep locked away even now to survive.
You are so fortunate to have a loving wife and grown children to gather round and support you. Kenny, do not push them away. DO NOT isolate. Share your feelings with them and let them love you. This is not about me, nor do I wish for this post to become about me. Just PLEASE try to avoid the pitfalls that depression presents. And yes...in my non-medical opinion, you are depressed. I can only advise you to do what I should have done post surgery. I needed support I didn't have. I was embarrassed to share my feelings with anyone. I needed my husband, but he didn't even want me, as damaged goods. I wish I had found a therapist earlier. Can you please find a therapist or a counselor? Don't let anyone put shame on your game if you need counseling.
On a closing thought for now...My BIL was diagnosed with PC about 5 years ago. He had the DaVinci procedure, perhaps overkill. Something went wrong, because he needed a surgical do-over (open abdomen). He was afraid, naturally, as his father and younger brother's PC were further advanced when diagnosed. He is a big strong "I'm the King of the World" controlling and abusive husband and father. He won't even discuss his cancer, but my sister confides in me for support. He has not had one well day since the initial surgery. He wore the full "diapers" for 2 years, changing multiple times throughout the day. He still cannot control his urine naturally. He's had some type of mechanism installed that he "pushes" to pee? He has no erectile sensation whatsoever. He is a very angry man who was already a cruel jerk before the DX. My sister and nieces live in a volatile home. I fear his misery will drive him to kill his family and himself. He can't control the physical aspects of what has happened to him, and would NEVER see a couselor. He is a danger to himself and others. I wonder if he'd dropped the bravado early on, and sought professional help...How different would their lives be?
Misery has a way of changing one's convictions. Find those people and things (especially faith) that convict you. Focus on the love that you have to give and recieve. Try to focus on life, not death. Breathe it in. Give yourself MORE time. Spring is coming. I'll bet your wife has a "Honey Do" list waiting for you!
You've got a great group of guy/gals right here that love you and will always be here. Count me among them (even when I'm off the grid) I'm still cheering for ALL OF YOU!!!
You have my email if you just need to let it all out. I do not judge lest I be judged=)
HUGS~~Dixie