The emotional trauma of your bald patients

Male stoicism about baldness often masks deep distress.

When I was a teenager, my mum reassured me that I wouldn’t go bald in my 20s like my father had.

She seemed pretty sure of this. “Look,” she said, brightly, pushing back her hair from her forehead, “you’ve got my hairline, not your dad’s.”

But within 10 years, her reasoning had been revealed to be magnificently wrong. My hairline had begun its slow march north, a clear sign that I’d inherited male pattern hair loss from one of my parents, if not both of them.