Yes, it's crazy, but since we don't have an anti-hangup pill we all have to deal with our own problems as best we can. I've found that for myself, going back and looking at situations from my past is one way to help myself "get over it". Sort of being my own therapist, I guess, but re-examining things from an adult perspective seems to take the edge off of them. For example, I can think of many times when my reaction to a comment, or to teasing, simply encouraged the other person to keep going. I reacted as an insecure kid instead of acting like I wasn't bothered in the slightest by what they said. Had I not made my discomfort known, or even better, laughed and agreed with whatever was said, I probably wouldn't even remember those times today. (Obviously, this is childhood and teen-age stuff, but that's where most of our hang-ups come from.)
I remember the first time I was really made to feel self-concious about my penis, and it's a good example of how we get our hang-ups.
I was at a friend's house with several other kids. It was a hot day, and there was a brand new swimming pool in the back yard, freshly installed. The obvious suggestion was made, and the other kids, who all lived nearby, went to get their swimsuits. I lived considerably farther away, so my friend said he'd get me one of his older brother's old suits to wear. What he got me was an old "racing suit" that was a couple of sizes too big. It was just thin nylon, but at the time I didn't think much about it, being glad that I didn't have to pedal my bike for an hour to get one of my own. I put it on and headed for the pool.
I was in the water when the other kids joined us, but the first time I got out one of them said something like, "Hey, look who's got a boner!". It took me a moment to realize he was talking about me, but when I did I was surprised. Of course, I denied it, but the teasing started. Trouble was, I really wasn't hard. The more I tried to convince the other boys they were wrong, the more they teased, and the more my embarassment grew. What really capped it was when we got out of the pool and got dressed. The same kid that made the original comment looked right at my crotch and said, "Look! He's still got a boner!". (This is after we were dressed). The teasing started anew, and continued until I left to go home. For weeks afterward, every time I saw one of those boys, I'd get something like, "Still got a stiffy, huh?"
Point is, if I'd reacted with a "so what" attitude, instead of being embarassed, the teasing would have died away and I'd have forgotten the whole incident. Instead, I became aware that I showed and let it bother me, thus giving birth to the beginnings of a major hang-up. I think I was all of 11 years old, maybe 12.
OK, so much for my pathetic attempts at self analysis, but for me, it helps. I'm not over my penis hang-up, but I'm making progress. A couple of years ago, I couldn't have even brought myself to type this out. Maybe soon I'll be able to do it without blushing!
B-man