I first experienced ED during sex when I was 19. I wasn't at all sexually active and having just blown it with a beautiful girl during a weekend trip to Paris I returned home with a one-track mind to get to the bottom of my problem. After confiding in a sexually experienced friend, who'd never experienced ED, I decided to bite the bullet and visit a doctor. At the very least I expected to be prescribed a placebo, patted on the head and home to regain my mojo. But I was very surprised to find myself in a room with a pretty young female doctor who actually appeared a little embarrassed and uncomfortable that I'd come to her with my problem, and even seemed a little coy and suspicious that it was some kind of hugely inappropriate setup to flirt/seduce her (she flat-out refused to physically inspect me as soon as I explained my problem, something even I didn't feel was a necessary procedure). Her diagnosis was that it was probably a one-off, there was nothing to worry about, I was fit, young and healthy and it would probably all fix itself. Although it was a long time ago and well before a lot of these studies the Reboot community is so familiar with, there were no questions about porn or the like.
I was put off being physical with girls for a good year or two but in time my erections returned. Two years later I met a girl who I then had a six-year relationship with, but even in the first two months of that relationship I struggled to maintain an erection. Several months ago we broke up, and last month I spent my first night with a new girl who I'd agreed to have a casual relationship with. Again, our first time together and I couldn't get it up. We still had a great night doing other things, and I count myself lucky to have only been with girls that have understood that it happens sometimes. But ultimately it makes me a little concerned that this could just be an automatic thing my body/mind does the first few times being intimate with someone new. Hence me being here. But bringing it back to point, I wonder if my doctor that day might've taken me a little more seriously had she known that nine years later I'd still be experiencing these symptoms. I absolutely think the next step would've been psychiatric assistance.