@KP the nut The treatment you describe, without anaesthetic, sounds utterly horrendous, and wrong, in every way. If this were done to a child now, we know what the reaction would be. And yet I can believe it happening, based on my own experiences of being in hospital in the 1960s. I doubt things were better before that either. Your description of how you coped, and your primary concern at that moment, to be good because your parents told you to be is a situation that I know too well (I have mentioned this in a previous post on this thread). Perhaps it was a generational thing that our parents considered to be most important. How life has changed, with children now encouraged to speak out and disclose situations or behaviours that make them feel uncomfortable.
It would be easy to blame the NHS and the staff at that time for aspects of my treatment that caused me distress. But I can't - you see I spent so much time in hospital, including birthdays, Christmas, I went to school in hospital and studied (I am being creative with the term..) for my CSEs in a hospital bed. 99% of the time I was well looked after and cared for. Often I would return for the next operation to find many of the same kids still in there, and the same staff, who were frequently very affectionate towards me. There were very few staff that I really didn't like and who I felt didn't try to minimise pain, shame or embarrassment. The nurse that sprayed my penis with a freezing aerosol each day for two weeks was a witch. I'm sure she enjoyed doing it because she showed no compassion and made no attempt to make it less painful or any less embarrassing. She was in control, and I just lay their and stare at the ceiling whilst she exacted her vengeance on me - its how it felt. This going to get a bit raw and near the mark, but if I put myself physically in the same situation I get the same rush of emotion, and very weird feelings, and I am that boy again. I don't like the feelings and yet I use them to torment myself. Sorry, I don't think you want to read this.
I do have problems dealing with anything medical now, and have done for years. I can't watch medical programmes. Embarrassing Bodies is equivalent to waterboarding for me. A couple of years ago I had trouble passing water and had to have 'it' examined and x-rayed. I had a stricture (not an uncommon occurrence for people with hypospadias). The x-ray thing immediately transported me back to being the boy. When it came to the procedure to open up the stricture I told the medical staff that I had some trauma issues from previous surgery. They were wonderful, and sedated me whilst I was on the ward. Even then once I was wheeled into the theatre, the smells, the lights and people in masks and the bloody gown was enough and I got off the trolley and headed out the door. The consultant and his team were exceptionally patient and thoughtful, and helped me overcome my anxiety and they did a great job. Mind you I hadn't expected the blood and pain when urinating after and that did cause some issues.
One last thing before I bore everybody on this forum! When I did see a therapist a couple of years ago she suggested I try EMDR because she felt I hadn't processed some memories. I was very sceptical about it, but agreed to give it a go. It didn't seem to do anything for me, I just felt self conscious. A week or so after the first EMDR session my partner and I were watching a programme about religious rituals and without warning there was a scene of a young boy being circumcised without anaesthetic, he was held down and he screamed throughout, it was barbaric. When it ended I realised I was holding my breath, and I was overwhelmed with an emotion I can't describe - then I started to recall being held down in a similar way in hospital whilst stiches were removed from my penis. I hadn't recalled this memory before, but weirdly it was known to me, exactly as if I had put it somewhere out of reach until it was triggered by watching this scene on television. It's the only time anything like that has happened to me.
I hope you are recovering from your stay in hospital, and that is was a very different experience from that of your childhood. Shropshire is a beautiful county, I used to go rock climbing there many years ago. Look after yourself.