"Mommy, I can’t be perfect. You’ve placed me on a pedestal that I only ever dream of reaching"
Thank you for publishing such an incredibly detailed and helpful first-hand account of an acne sufferer. I’m sure the author’s experience and research will help many others.
I’d like to toss in my son’s experience. (Yes, my son had the worst case of acne I have ever seen.) I was wringing my hands over his denial of its severity (his friends couldn’t care less and we were too afraid to pressure him). However, his big sisters thankfully pushed him into finding a specialist to treat this disfiguring condition.
As a result, he found the dermatology practice of Dr. Bobby Bulka in Manhattan. Dr. Bulka personally oversaw the treatment (he seemed to have a soft spot for this mortified yeshivah bochur) and set my son on a years-long course of Accutane.
What wasn’t mentioned in the article were two very significant effects of this miracle drug. The first is that the monthly blood tests apply to men as well… and my son couldn’t touch a drop of alcohol for the years he was taking it. Apparently, the interaction between alcohol and Accutane is extremely dangerous to the liver, and the blood tests were to check liver function. So it was grape juice for Kiddush and the Sedorim, soda at barbecues and simchahs, and he was always the designated driver.
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