Both my older brother and I have Kallmann syndrome, My brother has what is now classified as Kal-1, which is to say he can smell ever so slightly, and he didn't get the Micropenis, However , he does have all other symptoms such as mirror movement(severe),undescended testes, lack of normal growth, ECT. I have what would be considered Kal-2, Which is to say, I smell nothing, I mean absolutely nothing. I also managed to get the micropenis, and completely undeveloped testes, which while they were able to "save" my left teste, my scrotum is about the size of a golf ball, and the "saved" teste is about the size of a spanish olive. (I quote the words save and saved, sarcastically, due to the size of things, However, I now wonder how ejeculation during sexual intercourse would be possible without it.)-**Whole other story**. We both experienced the dreaded Phys-Ed class, However, I was able to side step this with having an irregular heart beat, which kept me out of P.E. altogether. Which brings me to my title "blind Rage" Both of us have experienced, and displayed this to the point of "official Intervention" I.E. When I was about 13, my first day in 7th grade, going to gym was required, and were told in advance to come prepared to change. I did so, cautiously because I already knew I wasn't going to have to take class, (Momma took good care of us) just as I had finished pullling my shorts up, this other kid,(turns out now, he's a midget, dwarf, or little person whichever is politically correct.)came up behind me and pulled them down in front of everyone. (fortunately, my tighty whiteys stayed put!), everyone got a good laugh although they never saw my genitals. but the split second that happened My body reacted, in the blink of an eye, I had my shorts pulled up and started whailing on this kid "like a wind mill in a tornado" when the melee was over, I was in the principals office with the principal, and the small town chief of police awaiting the arrival of my then dreaded father to come to the school. I have no recollection of what had happened between the time I last remember thinking to myself "I've got to get my shorts up quick" and my best friend grabbing and pulling on me screaming Stop, you're going to kill him! when I "came to", I saw this bloody kid I had stuffed into a trash can and was stomping on, I was quickly apprehended by the teacher and ushered to the office.
This was not the only incident like this, and my brothers stories are as dramatic as mine. neither of us are criminals but my dad says "well it ain't for lack of tryin". My brother is now 43, and I am 40, We live in the United States, and I can not remember a time in my life that I didn't know I had Kallmann syndrome, as my older brother had an "Alert" Paediatrician. and through the years, Momma kept up on any and all information. And from the time I can remember, both my brother and I spent more time in a Dr.s office than anywhere else.