I would most definitely have told my son. The way I see it trough my own experiences, he might be a self-confident kid until puberty hits.
My life has NOT at all been the same since I was like 14, and being a late bloomer made it all worse. I have deep scars for life and would never let my own son go trough the same. People can be cruel.
Sorry if I seem a bit bitter and probably am going a bit off topic, need to get some things off my chest.
I am 27 now, and since I was 14 as mentioned the psychological terror has gotten progressively worse.
Despite me having quite average length erected my unit is small flaccid, small balls does not help the picture at all.
I have been called a girl( like seriously) by people I don’t even know, and you that feeling when you walk past people and they laugh,
And you get that paranoid feeling of them laughing at you, well in my case they are actually laughing at me, staring and sometimes even pointing.
After many years of being treated this way my self-confidence has been shattered, and pissed at.
Hope no one else ever has to go through some of the shit I went trough, I won’t go into details because it’s embarrassing and I don’t think you would even believe it all.
Just to mention one example: about a year ago when I was together with my first and only serious girlfriend,( I have had sex with quite a few ladies despite everything)
A guy whom I worked with at a summer job suddenly just blurted out in a serious manner that people were wondering how it was possible for me and my girlfriend to have sex, implying that I was trans-gender or something.
And I know for sure this guy has many friends, both male and female.
I was 26 then, not too long ago. I remember just getting pissed off and couldn’t even give him a response so I just shut up, and then he even had the nerve to ask me why I seemed angry.
God damn, that’s just like the tiny tip of the iceberg. My life has felt like a living hell on earth at times and have escaped in drugs and alcohol in longer periods of my life.
Have gone to shrinks, psychiatrists many times but what did it help when my real problem and insecurities was, barely, hanging between my thighs and I didn’t dear to mention it because of my past experiences.
People on the street quite often look straight at my crotch area when I walk past them and I’m talking people in the age span 14- 60. I fucking hate living in small cities where everybody knows everything, at least they think so.
Sorry for the long post, and add that I work on myself mentally everyday, my physique has always been quite good. I train a lot and know I am an attractive guy on the outside, besides my not good enough penis, hehe.
As I said it sounds unreal at times but this has been my reality, especially the last 5 years where things have gotten quite ugly at times. Sometimes I think it’s a wonder I’m still here breathing as I have played with the thought of suicide many, many times but I could never do such a thing, I love my family too much. Friend is a luxury for me and hope to one day have friends again like I used to. This is no self pity, poor me post it’s all facts and it can only get better from this point on,
I will most definitely do everything in my power to make it so :)