Hello,
My name is Infected, because I am being honest. I am infected. I am here seeking help. I have exhausted almost every possible resource here where I live at doctors’ offices, and specialists. Most won’t even return my calls, as if they purposely want to keep me sick. I didn’t even think this level of wickedness or abuse was possible from other humans, but it is. I am typing with only one hand, so excuse the typos or misspellings.
Let’s get down to my infection. I will be as brutally honest as possible, even if it hurts to tell. In February 2021 I had sex with a woman and was infected with this. Whatever this is? She knew she was infected and was sent to infect people. Infect me. She even laughed when the condom broke gloating she purposely broke it. To her, a success. To me? The beginning of hell. About a week later I had strange pain right where my penis attaches to my body. I thought perhaps I had a urinary tract infection (UTI). I bought cranberry juice, but it did not help. Over the next week it grew and grew in pain, but was now a tickle, creepy feeling on my penis and testicles. It did not start all at once but slowly grew worse day by day. Until my penis and testicles were not just tickling or creepy but itching. Something akin to poison ivy, but worse. Only I could see no visible rash. I thought I had an STD or STI, so I went to my primary healthcare physician. I did blood work, but it all came back normal. No HIV, no herpes, no chlamydia, no gonorrhea, etc. I thought huh? Then what is wrong with me? After about 2 months it spread from my penis and testicles to my anus as well. The same itching. The doctor told me, “It’s all in your head.” It’s very real though. They eventually tested for trichomoniasis but came back negative. I have been unable to sit in a chair or sleep for 5+ years now. The veins on the interior of my thighs have ruptured. Doctors told me these are “just stretch marks.” No, they are ruptured veins from the infection. My doctor told me, “Just have sex with a new girl or more girls, it will go away then,” literally suggesting I spread it. I didn’t. That would be evil. By 2023 the infection had climbed my entire intestines and fully entered my bloodstream: systemic. My entire body now itched, my face, eyes, nose, armpits, shoulders, top of head. and the veins further ruptured on my legs. I pleaded with my doctors for help, I went to the ER, all turned me away, abandoning me to be infected and die. I’ve been to 2 urologists and 2 gastroenterologists. None could find what was wrong, but surely charge me huge sums of money. In February of 2025, unable to take the pain anymore, and untrusting of the doctors and diagnostics, I purchased a microscope. I took urine samples and feces samples of myself, and immediately found what looked like a fungal. Circular cells that split into “8” shapes, daughter cells, then the cells would grow hyphae, then they form biofilms. It looks utterly disgusting. I grew the samples, both from urine and feces on SDA (Sabaroud Dextrose Agar). I showed pictures of my microscopy to my doctor(s) who told me, “let me do the doctoring,” refusing to have my pictures identified, and refusing to have the samples sent to be identified. As if the doctors were trying to keep me sick, drive me into opioid use or suicide. Meanwhile the woman who infected me, also their patient, magically was clear and free of sickness (prior she didn’t look well). I told my doctor to give me the same cure he gave her, to which he replied, “no, her records are confidential,” further keeping me ill.
I finally got a company to identify the fungal, or mold I have found in my urine and feces, and it is called Cladosporium spp. At least, this is what I believe it to be. I contacted all my doctors, urologists, gastroenterologists, begging them, pleading, “did you check for fungals? Will you help me?” No response. No callback. They abandoned me. As if they are given a directive to have me executed. I started taking itraconazole, an antifungal, at first 100 or 200 mg. But only when I took 500 mg twice a day did the fungal finally start to be contained. That is 1000 mg of itraconazole a day, for those with any medical or pharmaceutical background. I started taking this last year in 2025. It helped immensely. My body stopped itching all over. It took months and hundreds and hundreds of pills, and the fungal or infection backed down. Yet having this infection for 5 years with no treatment, it having free reign over mt body that long, it wasn’t enough. As my body weight had been 215 lbs prior to the infection, brought down to 120 lbs, at 5’11” male. Now as of March 2026 I only can take 100 mg itraconazole, if that, a day, as my heart cannot handle it anymore.
To survive I was taking approximately 100 pills total a day for months. 10 itraconazole, 4 serrapeptase, 3 NAC, garlic extract, coconut extract, oregano oil extract, berberine, black seed oil, etc. I -HAD TO- in order to back the infection down. I have been drained of every last penny I owned just to survive and be here now. My life is a living nightmare. I simply desire my health to return. Health: what so many take for granted. Do not. Cherish every second.
I do not smoke cigs, do not vape, do not use nicotine, do not drink alcohol, do not use THC nor THCA. I eat as healthy as possible, distill my water. Garlic helps some, Berberine some, but mainly true antifungals have been the only source of help, and I found them all on my own 5 years too late. I begged doctors for treatment with Amphotericin B, or even fluconazole or itraconazole – none will give this to me. Yet I talk to veterinarians who give this medicine to dogs or cats in a heartbeat. I am dehumanized. I do not even get the care an animal gets. I am unable to use my talents, or gifts to help, as I have been too sick, though I wish to help the world. I always tried my best to be friendly, help my community, help my neighbors, provide food, lodging, rides, friendship, knowledge and love, but in return I get infected, syphoned, abandoned, isolated, pushed, and left to die alone in misery. Yet I still have hope and faith that somehow, somewhere, someone will hear me and see me, through all this darkness and suffering. Someone may have experienced a similar condition, or know the treatment to share, or any support at all. I appreciate those who have read, listened and heard my message here. I want to thank Ben’s Friends for allowing such a soul as mine to have a platform. I know nothing but crying out in agony for help and having the door slammed on my face. It’s all I know. But I believe in a Higher Power and refuse to give up, no matter what.
3/29/2026
Thank you,
Infected