My mother was right-it wouldn’t have mattered if she had rescheduled it because I didn’t want to do it and she knew it. The only way to get it done was to knock me out with anesthesia.
I remember very little about the whole thing. We we got there we had to go through all these forms with them. My mother, as my guardian, had to sign a bunch of papers everywhere. I basically had no say. I had no opinion and it felt very unfair. There was nothing I could do to stop it.
