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(originally posted at gnm-forum.eu)

I have been plagued by stinky feet for years. I don't remember ever really getting a handle on it. My favorite thing was to avoid embarrassing situations.

Once a friend made me something to eat, a sandwich with a cheese that smelled much stronger than my feet.
Now I know what it meant (this was around 1997): (Say it with cheese if flowers don't fit). (When I asked her later, she couldn't remember my sweaty feet.)

My aunt, who was a nurse, warned me that I had to do something about it. That was also unpleasant for me - to be told something like that.

Sometimes you can't understand the simplest things....
I washed my feet and the smell didn't go away. When I came home, my socks smelled every day, the same every day. I've known about GNM since 2005, but I have no idea why my feet smell so bad.
Who or what could have soiled me there, who could have attacked me there???? No answer - the irritating gas is still coming out of my socks.

Then one day this spring (2009) I had a thought:
"What if I feel sullied by the stench? Could it be that every time I open the shoe and smell the odor, I experience a relapse?"
The thought was new to me, I liked it. I thought to myself (maybe I said it) that it must be over now, because I have understood that it is no longer important to feel bad "down there". It must be a vicious cycle that I could break so easily by understanding why it happens every day.

And do you know what happened?
The haunting was over the very next morning. Suddenly.