I was in anguish, and my mother had the audacity to call it extra.
I was circumcised so bad it caused problems using the bathroom since I was three, I cannot wear mesh shorts because I ripped off what was left because of being botched. I will never be whole, I will never know what it's like to be human. How can a man mourn something he never had the chance to before? Being amputated and mocked for having thoughts against it because of my parents ignorance and doctor's lies for a market ignites a burning passion like no other. How could I learn to trust anything, ever again? I told my mother what it was and she said as in the title, I told her to cut off your fingertips while awake and I'll let that slide. (Really thinking something else.) I haven't been responding very well to her or my father and I can't bear their presence without the lingering betrayal. I do not support harm of anyone, I was trying to make a point at the time. Can anyone give me some guidance?