My dad, a dentist ,did this very same thing to me in approx 1956. It hurt,was humiliating, and made me feel like a failure. Loved Dad,but my thumb never recovered…and I started picking at my thumb, instead. Today, at 68, I have a deformed thumbnail on my right hand.
My dad, a dentist ,did this very same thing to me in approx 1956. It hurt,was humiliating, and made me feel like a failure. Loved Dad,but my thumb never recovered…and I started picking at my thumb, instead. Today, at 68, I have a deformed thumbnail on my right hand.