I got some plugs back in the day, and being single and feeling lonely (theres nothing lonelier than going bald) I made a dumb decision to go visit an old girlfriend in Sacramento over a weekend.
She was extremely cool and easy going and i told her id had some work done, and she reacted as i knew she would which was "no big deal good for you" kinda stuff.
Toward the end of the weekend, I was feeling great being around such an empathetic person--someone who accepted me for me--and I suppose I must have felt as if I had a "ally" of sorts--which alleived my loneliness.
That sunday night a married friend of hers called up and wanted to do a movie with us, and we agreed....i wore my hat. At this point I was probably ten days into the work, and in those days, that meant looking puffy, red, and with little dots all over your head.
The couple we went to a movie with brought their kid along, and when we sat in the movie, the kid grabbed my hat and tried to yank it off.
My face reddened, but luckily, it was somewhat dark in there and i yanked it back from the kid and smashed it back on my head.
I dont know if anyone thought "transplants" but it must have looked strange- a grown man grabbing a hat back from a little kid!
Moral of story: transplants can be lonely business, and hair loss can be socially isolating.
We all waver between being open with people, and being private.
But most of us have learned the hard way, that when you do a transplant, you need to seriously dedicate yourself to a couple of weeks alone because people can and will use the information against you.