Mother’s day just recently passed. The average Normie was busy worshipping the ground that mothers walk on for performing the same action as any other female mammal.

But all I could think about was how pathetic and useless most mothers really are. How they routinely fail and betray their sons when it really counts. One such instance is immediately after giving birth to their sons, they betray and abandon him to the penis butchers.

But no, we are supposed to be SOOO grateful simply because she gave birth to us.

Let me stop before I’m accused of blaspheming the most holy office of the land.

But thats not really the point I want to talk about in this post.

Why do men cry out for their mothers in moments of agony, trauma, or death?

That’s not a rhetorical question. On battlefields, in hospitals, or at the moment of final collapse, you’ll hear grown men stoic, hardened, trained to kill; call for the woman who once held them in the womb. It’s one of the most hauntingly human sounds on earth.

But here’s the darker question no one wants to ask: What happens when the mother is the one who betrayed you first?

The First Betrayal

At birth, a child knows only one person: the mother. Her voice, her heartbeat, her scent, her milk that’s the entire universe. She is safety. She is everything.

Then, within days sometimes hours he is handed over for genital cutting. Held down. Mutilated. Screaming. Flooded with cortisol. Nervous system burning. He cannot run, he cannot fight. He is alone.

And who brought him there?

Who signed the consent?

Who trusted the doctor?

Who stood by?

Who handed him over?

We’re told it’s for his health. We’re told it’s “no big deal.” We’re told to forget it happened. But the body doesn’t forget. The infant doesn’t need language to register betrayal it’s encoded directly into the nervous system. That rupture becomes part of his architecture.

Male Mother Need, Interrupted

Psychoanalyst Robert Stoller called it the “male mother need” a deep, often unconscious craving men have for the warmth, love, and total safety of maternal connection. It shows up in relationships, sexuality, even spirituality.

But what if that need was sabotaged before it had a chance to develop?

What if the mother the source of comfort was also the vector of pain?

That’s a wound deeper than flesh. That’s existential.

The Unspoken Cultural Taboo

No one wants to talk about this. Not feminists. Not conservatives. Not even some intactivists.

Why? Because it challenges the sacred cow of maternal innocence. The idea that mothers are always loving, always doing their best, always to be honored no matter what.

Even if they gave the green light to mutilate their sons.

This isn’t a blame game. This is about accountability. About telling the truth. Because unless we’re willing to face how circumcision severs a boy’s trust in the feminine, we’re just treating symptoms. Not the disease.

So When Men Cry for Their Mothers…

Maybe it’s not just yearning. Maybe it’s not just regression.

Maybe it’s a cry for something they never had. Or something they lost too early. Maybe it’s the primal scream of a betrayed nervous system still trying to reconcile: Why didn’t she protect me?

Maybe the words no one says out loud are the most honest:

Mommy’s not coming.

She already left.