Also had a couple. Bear with me. This post is v personal.
I was born with a physical birth defect that wasn't realised until I was about 3. Before that when I was in pain my rather Victorian parents im guessing thought I was making a fuss etc.
Over the years it slowly worsened. It was an issue with my legs that meant I would occasionally collapse on the floor in massive pain.
My parents had connections in the medical world and were keen to get me fixed, as it were. They were told that it was no way until I had stopped growing (ish) IE puberty (that's not a point about this topic it's just what they said).
So it was pain, difference, doctors, wait. Then we can think about it.
In that time there were X-rays, consultations etc.
Anyway come 12 I think a doc said he would be prepared to try and fix me up. After consultations that I got taken out of school for. X-ray after x-ray. Loads of people prodding poking etc.
At some point in that process, and I'm nearly 50 now and being honest. As a child who could not do xyz like their friends. Who was in huge pain intermittently. I liked the poking and prodding. I liked the x-rays.
I was different in a way that meant it hurt and I couldn't do stuff. In hospital I was the centre of attention. I was taken out of school. It was a serious thing.
Anyway in the end a surgeon said yeah. It would be experimental ish. There were no guarantees. I could end up worse off or better off. It would be a long process.
I was all for it. Given the above I'm sure it's not hard to see why.
So I was in a specialist children's hospital in London. Honestly. It was a great time. I was given attention. I was with other children who had serious issues. We made friends. We were in and out of surgery. Ward rounds, x-rays, physio. I felt really. With people like me. Looked after. Special somehow. Different but in a good way rather than different on the outside.
So in and out, multiple surgeries, failed, redone, all sorts. That was my life 12 or 13 to 15ish.
After I was released my 6 monthly and then 12 monthly reviews at hosp in town were something I anticipated.
In the end. I had no idea what I was consenting to really. I had no concept of being, 18 or 20 etc. I was very young.
Was it the right thing to do? No idea.
Once you're in that situation then you go with it. And how can a child even begin to guage this stuff? No experience. Etc.
I suppose what I want to get across from this is that IME (and it is just my experience). If you are different, and in pain. The attention, care. Tests, checks. Concern. Serious conversations. I liked them. They made me feel accepted important cared for. Instead of different and in pain.
I loved X-rays
I reckon I've had 300- 600 in my life.
So for all the conversations about consent and children etc. I thought maybe this very personal story might be of interest.