I cannot remember the exact age I underwent my circumcision
operation. Perhaps age nine or ten.
Oh, and "operation" is a grand word to use for my experience. It
was more of a scalpel session and now that I think about it, a
surgery hobbyist from the Dark Ages could have carried it out.
Before the circumcision, I anxiously enquired with my peers about
their own experiences, and there was reassuring talk of fancy
lasers and rings and painlessness.
I remember being laid down and a blindfold was wrapped around my
eyes. However, Mr. Doctor did not realize his blindfond tying
skills were fairly inadequate and I was able to witness the entire
event as my I was able to peek out underneath the cloth. I was a
fairly brave boy and tried not to show any fear, though I wonder
today if the trembling in my voice was tangible. The doctor was a
kindly old man who tried his best to cheer me up, and I tried my
best to laugh at his small jokes and small talk. "How old are you,
adek? Wah.. big boy already ah. How's school? Must study hard, you
know." In the background, his wife, who also doubled as his nurse,
carried a tray of sleek and delicate silver surgical equipment that
I would have thought more appropriate for a woman in labour
undergoing a Caesarian.
I remember a final shrill laugh from myself, a pathetic attempt
to tell mysef that this is going to be a walk in the park. I am
fearless. I know no pain. I kept telling myself that.
I almost blacked out at what happened next. A scream caught in
my throat as his wife injected a two-inch long syringe into what
you people will call my lan jiao. It was the most painful sensation
I have ever experienced in the whole of my life, now and then. It
was the sharpest of pains into the most sensitive of areas. Later,
I was told the injection was for painkilling purposes, to numb the
nerves. Painkilling? You nearly killed me with pain!
Following that, came the cutting. With a scalpel, the skin of my
kukubird was slowly and not so precisely sliced off. I watched in
morbid horror and cursed the doctor for not tying the blindfold
tighly enough and allowing me to watch as an unwilling spectator.
Round and round the scalpel went, around the head of my penis. The
skin peeled off like the leavings from a pencil sharpener as a
pencil is rubbed against the razor. I watched as my raw flesh was
uncovered and unwrapped. I was being skinned alive.
After it was done, I sat up, trembling. On a tray, were several
long, thin shreds of skin that formerly house the head of my
instrument. In between my legs was a raw piece of meat, oozing pus
and dirty blood. I was too shocked for words. I was too shocked to
even cry. I stared unblinkingly as the nurse gingerly picked up the
tray with her gloved hands and disposed my scalped pieces of skin
into a bin.
Ever since that day, my pain tolerance has been pretty high!
Cheers mate. :)
