Recovery from a Botched Circumcision

My story of dealing with my botched infant circumcision and chronic pain at the age of 21, and how the experience changed me. I hope that this blog can serve as a resource for others in my predicament.

24 January 2014: Foreskin Restoration Before and After; The End(?)

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It has been a long time since I have last posted. More precisely, it has been 1 year, 9 months, and 24 days since I have last posted. I...
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28 March 2012: Awareness

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It seems that this week, the week of March 25 through April 1 is Genital Integrity Awareness Week , a week-long protest that seeks to protec...
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25 March 2012: What's Mine is Yours?

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My bill at the urologist has been fully paid off, now. I received a phone call from my father, during which he tried to, in jest, make lig...

7 February 2012: Bill in the Mail

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I got word of what my estimated out-of-pocket cost will be for my surgical misadventures. I would be poetic and say that at birth they alr...
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Important note about the Contact Me Box

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There are a few people who have contacted me and left me email addresses that return error messages when I attempt to make contact. If you...

28 January 2012: My Revulsion at HR 2400

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There is a current bill in Congressional Committee, one that both shocks and frightens me.  It is as follows: HR 2400 IH 112th CONGRESS 1...
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21 January 2012: Am I an Intactivist?

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I received an angry message in my anonymous comment box from a reader asking, among other things, if I was some sort of intactivist. In a...
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15 January 2012: Associative Trypanophobia and a Scar Update

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There is an unusual aspect of my life that strikes me as odd, and it is my unusual simultaneously high and low tolerance to pain. I have h...

11 January 2011: Reader Q&A I

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Courtesy of the comment box, I received some questions from an anonymous reader that I felt prudent to publish (with permission) and relevan...

1 January 2012: A New Baby at a Family Gathering

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As many other families do, my family gets together during the winter holidays.  We gathered together as is custom, but with a twist this yea...
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23 December 2011: Acceptance

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I have been depressed about the new scars for a while now.  Fortunately, I reached the breaking point of this depression the other day. Th...
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12 December 2011: Family Descriptions

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I have been somewhat vague about my family's role and participation in all of this mess, and describing their participation in this seem...

3 December 2011: Three Weeks Later

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The fibroid fissure has almost completely disappeared, but the raised area and the new scar are still tender to the touch and are still pain...
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28 November 2011: More than two weeks later

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The fibroid fissure has become less inflamed, but is still hard to the touch and painful to manipulate.  It has closed, and I don't fo...

23 November 2011: I Now Know Why I Write this Blog

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It has taken me a while to realize it, but I think I finally understand why I am writing the things that I am. I live in a society of coll...
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22 November 2011: The Last of the Stitches and the Fibroid Fissure Beneath Them

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I made it through the night without bleeding again, albeit without much sleep.  The last of my stitches came out in the bandage overnight, l...

21 November 2011: A Waking-Up, a Call, but not a Wake-Up Call Per Se

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I awoke last night/early this morning around 2:30 AM to a sensation that was familiar but different.  I awoke to my old friend, pain from er...
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20 November 2011: Another Lost Stitch

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The middle of the three stitches on the shaft came out, coming undone instead of dissolving.   The flesh of the shaft scar appears to be ...
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18 November 2011

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One week after the operation, I am not feeling too bad, now.  The crater seems like it might actually heal and fill in, but I still have my ...

14 November 2011: A Lost Stitch and a Fleshy Crater

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It's Monday.  I woke up this morning for class, showered, dressed the wound and dressed with clothes.  The first of the stitches came ou...
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