At 22. Far too late. Missed out on any prospects of a normal youth entirely. And that was after slaving away at factories and mover jobs while every other kid my age was partying with their girlfriend at University. It cost nearly ten grand Canadian from a good surgeon which was alot for me at the time. All that money could have gone to a car or college instead but it went on making me feel normal instead.
My dad refused to get the surgery because his therapist told him I was being entitled and needed to work for it
I cannot wait until they die. I will spit on my parents graves when they get buried too.