There has been an awful lot of anger running through my mind lately. Frustrating anger that cannot be directed at any particular person. Anger about my husband's circumcision.
I am angry that I have not been able to experience natural sex with a normal penis.
I am angry that I am reluctant to have sex with my husband since becoming aware of the purpose and anatomy of the foreskin.
I am angry that every time I look at his penis I see it as damaged.
I am angry that this surgery was done without his consent.
I am angry that he doesn't agree with me that it is unnecessary.
I am angry that I feel unwilling to broach the subject with him because I don't want him to become sad or angry over what he is missing.
I am angry that countless other boys and men will have to deal with this injustice until we successfully put an end to this barbaric practice.
I am angry that I have no one to blame.
I cannot blame my husband, the choice was not his.
I cannot blame his parents, they were told it was beneficial for him.
I cannot blame the doctor who performed the surgery, he was no doubt convinced it was beneficial.
I feel lost in this circle of anger. Anger without a face.
But I will move on. I have to move on. For all the little boys out there that I can help. All the minds I can free from the misinformation and misguided advice. I will fight to put an end to this cycle of abuse.