Because Sometimes More is More
To clarify: I did not write this. I put a link to the original author’s article at the bottom of this post. All credit goes to them.
I was 15 years old and needed to have one of my testicals removed. This was in itself bad enough, because as a 15 year old boy having half of your manhood removed was not on the list of things I wanted to do before I died.
I remember before they put the drugs in my IV to “relax” me, my mom said I was going to be circumcised, “While they were down there.” I begged her not to, and pleaded to stay the way I was. They then put the drugs in my I.V. and what happened after that I can only speculate. However, I assume she signed the consent form or had me sign it I don’t know. What I do know is, that my mom is an RN and knew the doctor, so she would know what to say and how to get what she wanted done.
When I woke up, I had one less testicle, far less foreskin, and stitches where nobody wants stitches. I then proceeded to throw up from the pain. Shortly thereafter, I looked at my penis and threw up again from a feeling of betrayal that is beyound measure.
After I healed, I immediately knew that I had been altered for the rest of my life. It was painful when I would get erections and the skin was stretched so tight that my glans changed shape from the pressure of being pulled down. I had a bend to the left that I never had before either. My frenulum was cut off and just a remenant left behind that when touched registered no feeling at all. Nothing was lined up correctly and my glans hurt from rubbing on my clothes. If that is not mutilation I don’t know what is.
Now fast forward some years and any sexual experiences I had were ok at best, but not the mind blowing experience I had always heard about. I remember thinking, “Is this what everybody is talking about?” When I got married, I had some fun, but clearly my wife enjoyed sex more than I ever did and it got worse over the years. Finally it was nothing, but a chore to me and I had to tell my wife that it was like a “broomstick.”
I can not begin to convey what heartbreak, frustration, and emotional pain this has caused over the years. I did have to learn to forgive, so it wouldn’t destroy me, my marriage, or my family. However, I still live with the consiquences of someone elses actions everyday.
There is some good that came out of this….. I have two boys and I left them intact, so they will someday know sex as God intended it. I have always been completely honest with them since day one. They know that we left them exactly the way God made them and nothing about them is dirty, a mistake, or will cause any disease. I also started restoring as you may have read on the “Restoration” Page and I am showing signs of improvement.
Please consider what you are doing to your Sons and don’t circumcise them. They will thank you for it someday.