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Intimate, Invasive Pediatric Procedures and Medical-Induced Sexual Trauma
Trigger Warning: C-SA, Medical Trauma, Disturbing
You’re three years old, legs held — or tied — open on a metal table, five people or more in scrubs standing by your feet in a dark room. If you’re lucky, your parent might be next to you, telling you “shh, it’s okay, this is important,” but you don’t understand what’s happening or why it’s important.
The light above is burning your eyes and you can barely breathe, anxious for what these masked figures are going to do to you next, after making you strip half-naked.
Then you feel the excruciating pain down there. You don’t know if it’s a needle, a knife, or what. If you weren’t already, you’re now screaming and crying and begging for them to stop. You’re forced down and told “Relax, breathe. It’ll be over soon.”
Then, after what feels like forever has passed, they tell you to pee. Right there on the cold table. In front of everyone.
It sounds like a nightmare, and for many years I thought it was. It seemed more akin to something from a gross Sci-Fi than real life: The masked doctors with blue gloves, the bright, square light above me…
