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| Text=I was born in SD to very loving parents. When I was three years old , my mother was concerned about the fact that I was masturbating, since she had read some place that it was the ultimate sin. She took me to a doctor at a clinic in {{USSC|ND}}, who took me to a hospital in {{USSC|MN}} and removed my [[clitoris]]. My mother was at the end of the table. I remember the [[pain]]. I also remember knowing that I couldn't trust her anymore. I often have wondered why I always understood what had happened to me. As a health educator I helped develop a program for preparing children for surgery and found out from a child-life specialist that at age three the development stage is fear that some part of your body will be cut off because you were naughty and that did happen to me. Funny thing is about this, just like other sexual abuse when one has been abused, one tends to masturbate more. It became my way of dealing with a lot of issues. So when I was caught, I would always be told that this would make me crazy if I continued on. So I was very alone.

I also had a very strong personality and was told over and over that I should have been a boy. When I reached [[puberty ]] I wondered just what did they cut off and was I really half male half female. How different was I?