I was circumcised as an infant like many unfortunate boys born in Kentucky in 1995. I am pretty sure that all of the men from both sides of my family who are currently living have been circumcised as infants. I know that my father was and I have one brother who was born in 1999 that did not escape it either. I would estimate that I went for about 13 years without ever seeing a foreskin and I thought that having the head of the penis exposed was the way all men were born. Everything changed when I started to read about South Park on Wikipedia. I did not watch the show at the time but I read about it. I had heard about the episode Ike's Wee Wee and it lead me to figure out the basics of circumcision and I saw one picture of a penis that still had its foreskin. For 3 years I was in the wrong for accepting the fact that I had been circumcised. The mindset that I had back then sounds like I would say yes to having a son circumcised. The only problem that I knew about was the possibility of painful erections caused by having too much skin being removed. Eventually I learned that 70% of the world's men have foreskins which left me confused but not convinced. Everything changed when I was about 16 when I watched a video on YouTube called Circumcision Trauma. It plays live circumcisions that do not use anesthesia. The instant that the first baby started screaming was when my entire stance on the subject changed. I then researched functions of the foreskin which made me feel robbed. I was left shocked, confused, traumatized, distrustful of doctors and unsure of my status as a normal human being. It did not help that while I was and still am a virgin my erections hurt due to lack of skin and the glands were easily irritated by swimwear. I learned about Foreskin Restoration shortly after this and I wanted to start immediately. I knew for a fact that I could not buy a device but I could still use my bare hands. I knew back then that I would never truly get it back but it sounded like a solution. Unfortunately I did not begin when I was 16 and I wish I did. For the next 3 years I kept trying to start restoring only to stop due to a bad attention span. I avoided discussing this with my parents but eventually I cracked and I tried to talk to them. When I did they became angry with me thinking that am complaining about something that everybody does. They come across as people who hate anyone and everyone who is either not circumcised or is against circumcision or both. I do not discuss circumcision nor restoration with my parents anymore because I can tell that there is no way that I can change their minds. Fuck them. I have a sister who is disturbed by circumcision but does not think about it. I have told my brother everything that I know and he wants me to shut up. He told me that he is not interested in restoring which made me feel sad. On December 25, 2013 I finally decided to begin restoring for real. Unfortunately I was not consistent at it. Sometimes I might go for a while without restoring while other times I might want to devote too much time to it. On November 30, 2014 I started taking daily flaccid pictures and keeping an hour devoted every day. Over winter break I tried to go up to 2 hours with half of it only focused on the underside of my penis to solve the issue of barely having any hairless skin on that side. On most of those days I got some restoring done but only rarely was it 2 hours and on some days restoring did not happen at all. When I arrived back at college I went for 5 days trying to put aside 2 hours a day but that lead to stress. I now only dedicate 30 minutes per day. Half of that only focuses on the underside while the other half is manual method 2. As I am writing this I am days away from getting O-Rings through the mail. If they work then this will be the last thing that I will have written on this site before I start retaining. My story is far from over and I have a lot of events to come. I just hope that it gets better.