I was rushed to Children’s Hospital LA (CHLA) where my mom was just getting out of a surgery at the time, and she was pretty hysterical. I still remember crying and getting pain meds as they x-ray’d it. I felt so alone and scared - I will never forget that. When they found out how bad it was and that I needed immediate surgery, my mom made sure that the Chief of Orthopedic Surgery would operate on me. I began having breathing problems due to my asthma and I just remember a sense of everybody being frantic. I remember some of it so vividly and then my memory just goes blank. The last thing I remember was all the people in masks scrambling to get everything set up and my mom came in and was just being reassured that I would be fine. Something happened during the surgery and to this day, I don’t know what - I only know this from it turning into an 8 hour ordeal, but my parents did not want me to know anything about it. When I think about this, the words that come to mind are fear, crying, ‘everything going blank’, being hospitalized for over a week, and then being in a cast for a very long time. I really want to ask my mom what happened, but I’m afraid it might trigger some type of PTSD in her. It is a very delicate situation for me (tearing up writing about it). I just have never wanted to broach this subject and it doesn’t really help, but it was a ‘formative’ experience from my childhood with lingering effects - less over time for-sure. I’ve never discussed this with ANYONE except you. I just don’t know if / how / why I should broach the subject. Seems so trivial…