Firstly, let me start off by
explaining why I got a circumcision. I had read many accounts online before of
peoples’ personal experiences and felt really strange, as they really seemed to
know what they were doing and didn’t seem freaked out to the extent that I was.
I suffered from a condition called Phimosis, which is quite common. Phimosis is
an abnormality in the foreskin (the skin which covers the head of your penis),
which results in difficulty in pulling the foreskin back over the glans (head)
to reveal it. The ability to do this is essential both for hygiene reasons, and
for those of sexual pleasure. Sometimes phimosis is so severe that you can’t
actually retract the foreskin at all, meaning that various activities, such as
sex are, very difficult or impossible.
My phimosis was pretty bad,
so I sympathise with anybody who reads this and has the condition. The strange
thing was that I didn’t even know there was anything ‘wrong’ with me until I
was about 16. Guys don’t tend to talk about things like this the same way women
do. It was only when I went to the Doctor for an unrelated thing that he told
me I was supposed to be able to pull the skin back. Well that was news to me!
He referred me to a specialist to have a circumcision right away.
If only it had turned out
that way. The letter from the hospital never arrived, and as I was kind of
‘used to it’, I just put it off thinking I could get it done whenever I wanted.
I met a girl shortly after and somehow (don’t ask me how) I managed to explain
the condition to her, and we ‘got around it’. She never put pressure on me to
get it done and left it totally up to me when I decided to follow it up. The
next time I visited a doctor regarding my foreskin, I was 25 years old. Even
this is not the end of the story.
I was referred to a local
consultant who booked me in for a surgery day at my local hospital. I arrived
at around 7am, and was given a pre-op examination and told to ‘wait my turn’.
Apparently there were around 5 other males having procedures that day, and the
‘running order’ was not divulged to us. Well guess what? I was last on the
list. This meant that when one guy needed an additional amount of time in his
slot, I got bumped off the rota. I was told at about 6pm that I wouldn’t be
having my surgery today after all, and would need to rearrange for another
time!
At this time in my life, I
was not going through the best of times in terms of nerves and worry. Having to
sit in a hospital waiting room for 11 hours waiting to be operated on had taken
it out of me already. Being told that I was not even going to have the
procedure done was something that massively discouraged me. So I went home and
did not contact the hospital again.
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