In the 1970s was on a 747 taking me to Denver to get SRS from Biber. I could still back out. I wrote a letter to myself in pen (we didn’t have laptops in those days) and said in effect that if I ever regretted SRS, “self . . . you have run out of options.There are no other options.” I still have that letter. I have never regretted.
And yet it was an ordeal. “It hurt and it worked,” as Hari Nef said. Or from Matthew 26:39, KJV
And he went a little further, and fell on his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.
It was the 1970s and pain management was primitive and today folks do orders of magnitude better. Two orders better. You had to ask for a hypo, no anti-pain drip with the push button like today. An ordeal, but I saw no other alternative.
My family turned on me. Viciously. It did not matter. At last I was FREE!