As I hung out the clothes that had just been wrenched out of the washing machine, I remembered how my mother asked me when I was a child.

At that time, my mother seemed to be a young girl.

She is beautiful and crazy, flamboyant and straightforward, and she is a woman who can make every man fall in love.

But not a mother who can be liked by a withdrawn five-year-old.

When I was a child, I relied on my mother, but I didn't like her.

Even now, I am grateful to her, respect her, feel sorry for her, and want to protect her...... But I don't like her either.

I've only ever liked one person.

And now I don't like it either.

My ears were cocooned and I finally relented to my mother and just went for a "check-up".

I don't know how my mother found out about this treatment center, but it is actually half a day's drive from home.

Maybe it's to avoid people's eyes and ears and keep people she knows from knowing that she has such a deformed son......

The décor of the treatment center is no different from that of a normal hospital, except that it is very deserted.

My mother did not wish to accompany me for the examination.

She bought a magazine and left it in the waiting room on the ground floor.

The process is complicated and boring, with a lengthy psychological consultation in addition to a basic physical examination.

Nearly in the evening, I was exhausted and wanted to get out of this hellish place, but I was taken to a small room.

There was only one young man in the room, with a confused expression and cloudy eyes.

I hate the way he looks at me.

The doctor in charge of me and I waited at the door for a while.

After the young man left, I was ushered into the small room.

I was covered with different sensing devices, dozens of tentacles large and small stuck to my skin, and hundreds of wires of length and length were wrapped around my body in a mean way.

The big screen in front of the room starts playing the video.

About half an hour later, the final step of the inspection was finally completed.

The small-eyed man with glasses took the examination report and talked to his mother for a long time, and I was once again wandering.

I no longer have enough energy to cope with the situation in front of me.

From the tone of the so-called expert and the expression of the mother, it can be determined that I can't hide from the so-called treatment.

That night, I was scheduled for the first round of treatment.

However, it doesn't make much sense.

When watching the video, the body's reaction is largely due to anger and humiliation.

It may be an exaggeration to say that my human rights have been violated; But the way these people treated me, and the way they saw me as a deformed individual, made me angry.

I was even more offended when they used the video to try to provoke my shameful desires.

How could I possibly react to this kind of video?

A madman filmed my video and posted some of the screenshots on a campus forum......

I have nothing but hatred and resentment for this kind of behavior.

And yet what the machine detected — my boiling blood and the rising temperature, the surging hormones in my blood — were the same as they were expecting.

What else can I say?

Millions of years of human evolution, prostitution and the sale of counterfeit medicines still cannot be eradicated.

Quack medicine is a profession that is sought after by countless people like fortune tellers.

Not because they are skilled in disguise, but because the layman simply does not understand what they are saying, so they can only nod in agreement.

Watching those videos again, I was swept away by the wave of exhaustion and completely lost my spirits.

In order to "completely cure" my "stubborn disease", they can be said to have done everything they can.

When my will finally gave up the resistance and subjected the body to instinct as they expected......

I was greeted by vicious brainwashing rhetoric, cunning pinprick and electric shocks that almost knocked me out in shock.