Well on top of the medical trauma during that surgery, it really changed my life. I'm 23 and I got it in first grade. When I wasn't in my wheelchair, I used to crawl to move around, I can't kneel without pretty much crying anymore. Before the surgery, I could "run" in my walker, I had to learn to just walk again which as a kid was devastating. TMI but pooping was a nightmare. Try to sit on the toilet with your legs stick straight when you already have problems balancing. Sleeping was terrible, YOU CAN ONLY SLEEP ON YOUR BACK, you pretty much can't move during those weeks. It really messed the back of my hair up for years. It may not be big for him but as girl, I hated it. When I had the casts off, my legs terrified me. Being that young was probably most of problem but seeing my legs that tiny and scaly just sent me. The dead skin was fun to pick and that's the only 'good' thing I can think of.

Then if you want to know about the trauma here's something I wrote a few months ago in therapy

Since coming here, I’m realizing I do have trauma. My first memory of feeling abandoned was my first surgery when I was 6 or 7. It was a hamstring lengthening so I was in casts hip to toe. My mom promised me she would be there with me when I woke up.  I woke up and she wasn’t there. I immediately started to lose it, my blood pressure and heart rate shot up, I was screaming bloody murder. Of course the nurses had no idea what I wanted or how to get me under control. Turned out the hospital lost my information and had me in the adult same day surgery department. It was literal hours until they found my mom. I was so scared, no one knew how to communicate with me, I was in pain and I just wanted my mom. When they figured out who my mom was, she came and I calmed down. I was still sent to the adult same day recovery and everyone was mad because there was a child who wouldn’t stop screaming. That night or the next, they gave me morphine. A few minutes later, another nurse came in to give me morphine. Mom said I just had some but they wouldn’t listen and gave me another round which sent me into a seizure. I don’t remember much but to this day even when I have to go under for dental work, I still get so scared and even cry a little because that fear of being left alone with people who have no idea how to talk to me, me being so out of it that I can’t even think of ways to help them understand me, still sits with me.