April 5, 2025
By Tyler J. Monroe
This isn’t really something you bring up on a first date. Or, you know, ever, unless someone specifically asks. But here goes.
When I was 17, I was in a pretty bad dirt bike accident. What started as a normal Saturday riding out with some friends ended in one of the most painful and honestly surreal moments of my life.
I tried to hit this jump that was definitely way above my skill level — I wasn’t even thinking, just hyped up and chasing that feeling. I landed too hard, way too front-heavy, and my body came crashing down onto the bike. Specifically, the seat. Hard. If you’re a guy, I don’t even have to describe the pain — now multiply it by about a thousand.
Turns out, the impact ruptured both of my testicles.
Yeah. That’s a thing that can happen.
It was a blur after that. Ambulance ride. Emergency surgery. I remember waking up and my mom was crying next to my bed, and I knew something was really wrong. The doctors told me they couldn’t save them. Just like that — gone.
The first few months after were dark. I was angry, embarrassed, ashamed, all of it. I didn’t know how to talk about it. I didn’t want to talk about it. I thought I’d never date again, never feel like myself again.
But over time, things got better. I got silicone implants about a year later — honestly one of the best decisions I made for myself. Just helped me feel physically “normal” again, even if the trauma was still there mentally.
I’m 19 now. I’ve had to grow up kind of fast in some ways, but I’m here. I’ve been in therapy, I’m dating someone who knows the whole story and never once made me feel less than. If anything, she sees how I got through it as strength, and I’m learning to see that too.
So yeah, it happened. It sucked. But I survived it.
Ask me anything — really. Nothing’s off limits.
— Tyler J. Monroe
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