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I truly believe that I have ruined any form of happiness for my son. When my son was a young boy, he was very short for his age but was still supposedly growing at a “normal rate” just in the bottom 5th percentile of height. For reference, I am a 5’8 male and my wife is about 5’1 so I knew my son would be on the short side. However, I had no clue that he would actually end up at his predicted height of 5’3. My wife and I figured that he would be around 5’8. The doctor had asked if we would think about growth hormones, although they weren’t necessarily required, as he had no sort of growth deficiencies. With treatment, he could have been between 5’5-5’8 and around 5’3 without. I was a short kid growing up so I know how it feels and I really wanted to give them to my son. But my wife was adamant that they are bad and could cause health issues down the road and that it wasn’t worth an extra 1-4 inches. Ultimately, I bit my tongue and my son is now 5’3 at age 20 and hates his life due to the fact that he is pretty short. He also hates me and his mother because we refused treatment. I genuinely feel like complete shit because being 5’3 as an adult male seems fucking brutal (would never say this to him). Anyways, I don’t know if I am in the wrong or if it’s just his life perception that being short is bad but either way I feel terrible.
