My wife, going through peri-menopause, was told (after reporting extremely low energy, increased migraines, and low libido) by her doctor that he wasn’t comfortable doing any hormonal supplements until a year after menopause was confirmed finished. That could potentially be up to a decade later.

Women’s health comprehension is fucking embarrassing… if you were AFAB and have any sort of hormonal or abdominal issues, please see a fucking specialist immediately. Most GPs/Family Doctors are absolutely fucking clueless.

I had an issue where food would get stuck while eating. It wasn’t chocking, as I was still able to breathe. It was more like the food would slowly make its way to my stomach and sometimes it would come back up. I told my doctor at the time, but he dismissed it as me eating too fast. So I tried to eat slower and just dealt with it. Several years pass and I got married and moved away and thus ended up with a new doctor. My wife asked me to ask the new doctor about my condition, and I told her that he would probably dismiss it, which is what ended up happening. That doctor ended up leaving the practice (which I wasn’t too upset about) and I ended up with a new doctor. The new doctor seemed more receptive to what I had to say, but I was reluctant to tell her about it since I’ve had two doctors dismiss me already. My wife again asked me to ask the new doctor about it, and this time I was taken seriously. The doctor set me up with a specialist and I had a procedure done that pretty much fixed my problem and now I can eat without having my food get stuck.

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Nothing on that level of messed up, but probably the worst for me was having a homeopathic doctor as a child who prescribed me sugar pills as medicine.

I was having some unusual medical issues and went to a doctor recommended by a friend. They seemed OK. I researched their treatment and it seemed OK. After a while I was having severe side effects and decided to find a more main stream doctor, a proper endocrinologist.

They were appalled at the dosage from the previous doctor. I had been started on 2x the maximum dose! Usually people start at 0.5x the dose and step up if it’s not enough.

That went fine for a bit, but I was having some discomfort administering the medicine and asked my GP. He lost his temper (not at me). The previous 2 doctors had gone straight to the simplest but most side effects solution. He explained that there are 5 different treatments for my condition! I was suffering thru unnecessary side effects because the previous doctors hadn’t even discussed these other solutions with me. I wasn’t aware of them at all.

So pissed.

That time in 2004 I requested a specific kind of birth control from my doctor because I had just had a baby with the most horrific postpartum depression you could ever imagine, and I never wanted to go through that ever again.

In retrospect it’s clear that the doctor was uncomfortable with the mere thought of inserting an IUD, he had probably never done it before, and he did not want to do it. He didn’t say that, but the discomfort on his face was obvious, and he talked me up about some sort of a birth control patch like a sticker that I wear on my arm.

I did not want a sticker on my arm. I wanted an IUD.

But he sent me away with the arm sticker and I didn’t want it so I didn’t put it on. I felt hopeless and unheard and invalidated and that nothing I wanted mattered.

Two years later my husband got me pregnant again 😭

Postpartum depression is absolutely hell and I wouldn’t wish this psychological trauma on Hitler himself.

17 years later the good news is my second child turned out to be the most angelic cute brilliant hilarious precious gift you could ever imagine.

I’ve had ~ a dozen minor bad experience with doctors and nurses, and one awful experience (still not as bad as assault).

The worst one started with severe endometriosis pain, I was hyperventilating (without realizing it) for hours. My fingers eventually curled up and rendered my hands useless, which triggered a panic attack and more hyperventilating. I went to the ER because I had never experienced a loss of function in my hands before, it was terrifying. The nurse stuck me in a room and left me to my terror for hours, I cried and begged for someone to help me. Another nurse came by at some point, I heard them outside asking “is she okay?” and my main nurse just told them I was being stupid and needed to cry it out. She eventually came in to explain that hyperventilating causes a buildup of CO2 in the blood, which led to my fingers curling up, so I had to calm down for it to improve. She at no point offered me any kind of calmative, not even something basic like gabapentin. I eventually felt enough shame that I calmed down and went home.

All the little experiences just fucked with my ability to trust my doctors (as individuals, not medicine as a whole). Doctors just blankly staring at me when I show them something they’ve never seen before, or telling me that the 3” tumor growing on my leg is “so small it’s almost nothing!” when they know I have a genetic mutation that severely limits my cells abilities to keep benign tumors from turning into cancer. I have a handful of health issues I need to go see doctors for again, but I have no confidence they won’t just tell me it’s all in my head again.

Edit: oh yea, the most comical time was when a dentist gaslit me about basic human anatomy. I’m not a doctor but I have a B.S., I can read basic anatomy diagrams. I get really intense pain at the hinge of my jaw, right in front of my ears, when I eat something for the first time in a few hours. It’s definitely salivary stones. My dentist told me that salivary glands don’t exist there, so that can’t be it. Except they do. It’s pretty easy to figure that out lol. I asked her “okay, what else could it be then?” And she just grunted at me.

I had a primary care woman who felt there was no need to talk about birth control since I was married. 20+ years married and no kids. whooooooooo!!!

Jfc, I’m sorry that happened to you, how awful.

I’ve had all sorts of bad experiences, from one doctor looking down my top at my boobs without warning or permission, to the “normal” doubt dismissal and denial of anything being wrong with me despite much evidence to the contrary…

Doctors so often fucking suck, and I’m so sick of it being taboo to even say so. Medical school should include bringing them down a couple of pegs before they’re ever allowed to even interact with patients.

When I first got officially diagnosed with depression the doc prescribed me an antidepressant and when I asked about sideffects he said “noone ever gets any sideffects from this med”. It literally had a black box warning and a CVS recipt of known sideeffects. Also yes there were definitely sideffects. Luckily the pharmacist wasn’t a moron like the doc and actually told me what to expect.

Went to a doctor for a twisted ankle, who told me that my feet had exaggerated arches. When asked what that meant (as in- medically, what problems could that cause) he laughed and replied that it meant I had “ugly fucking feet”.

A bit hard to explain, but I had an accident once that screwed up my wrist. If you look at your wrist, there’s a bone that sticks out forming a little lump. underneath it is another round bone called the perilunate. My perilunate got dislodged and ended up pinching off the nerves to my fingers (carpal tunnel) and essentially shut down three of my fingers. My wrist was x-rayed and two separate doctors who looked at the x-ray told me everything was fine.

I asked “Are you sure?” I’m no stranger to pain but something felt totally off there. I was assured everything was ok, and to go to my doctor in a month if things didn’t get better. A month later, I went to another doc because it was not better at all, who took another x-ray and sent me home. I had just gotten home when he phoned me in a panic and told me to head straight back to the hospital for an expert to look at. He was in total disbelief that both doctors didn’t notice. I had surgery and three steel pins put into my wrist the next morning to hold things in place. Here’s the x-ray with a rather noticable bone out of place. https://i.imgur.com/n2rHYuw.jpg and after the pins were put in to hold things in place while it healed. https://i.imgur.com/Cnh0QwK.jpg

TLDR: I ran around for a month with a bone on the wrong side of my wrist because two doctors were in a hurry.

That time in 2006 I had a really good OBGYN that was seeing me through from the beginning of my pregnancy all the way to my childbirth, but somewhere along the way at one of my visits he said there was a visiting doctor on the floor who wanted to examine me and asked for my permission and consent and I’m like

sure whatever, why wouldn’t I trust a doctor? If he needs to do something and learn something for his professional credentials, sure, go ahead whatever you need to do. I didn’t say all those words, but that was the gist of the exchange.

Then for some reason my doctor and the nurse chaperone left the room(?!) so it was just that visiting Dr and me in the room and he got creepy wanting to touch my cervix and he looked me in the eye while he did it and it was just a creepy vibe, and I could tell he was being a perv about it.

Extremely unprofessional.

and it’s not like I was even sexy. A wild jungle of pubic hairs, fat, there was nothing sexy about me, he was just a sick twisted doctor

and I wonder whatever became of him. I never saw him before or since and I never got around to reporting the incident because it took a while for my brain to comprehend that what he did was not appropriate, and I had a million other things going on in my life, this was just a weird thing that happened that got lost in the jumble of all the other life events.

It happened at Trinity Health Hospital in Minot North Dakota.

My partner was admitted to the hospital when they couldn’t inflate his collapsed lung, as it had a hole in it. They put him on a machine that uses negative pressure to keep the lung shaped as it should be. Normally the hole should close but it wasn’t. Ended up with surgery but the problem remained. They were coming up with increasingly outlandish theories as to why it wasn’t healing, even going so far as to test him for tuberculosis, and listing him as false negative for covid. They also denied him adequate pain management, until one nurse noticed and gave him ibuprofen to go with paracetamol. This was all when the covid vaccine was only just out so I had to sit by helplessly while I’m increasingly realising the level of care he is receiving doesn’t match my expectations. But he’s never even been in a hospital and self advocacy is not something he’s learned.

Eventually they transfer him to a larger hospital. The doctor there doesn’t want to talk straight but between the lines you get the message that he feels the case was entirely mismanaged. They immediately lower the reverse pressure. Hold off on further surgery. Within days healing begins. A week later the lung is healed. It’s a miracle…

Anyway, we looked into legal options but there was a lack of proof. The original doctor followed procedure. Yet I’m 100% convinced that because my partner smokes, has bad teeth and looks like a metalhead, there was prejudice at play. I can’t know for sure but I feel like the original doctor blamed my partner and figured she’d have to scare him straight. That didn’t help of course, he resumed smoking and he’s unwilling to seek help because of this experience. I’m honestly shocked at how this could happen, but as time goes on I’ve seen in other situations how people immediately conclude a person is lower class and thus must be treated differently. If you do one thing for yourself, look into self advocacy. Especially when it comes to medical stuff. My own level of care started to go up when I began to have a conversation with health professionals, outlining my experience and asking many questions. But I’m a middle class woman with fairly conventional looks, so there is a whole level of prejudice I immediately don’t face.

After a minor gynecologic surgical procedure I was feeling really anxious and could barely feel anything since the local anaesthetic was still in effect. The doctor left the room, and the nurse (a woman past her 50s) said I peed myself and that I should be careful when leaving since it was likely to happen again. It was all a lie, as I later realised. When I was able to check myself and saw I was perfectly fine and dry, I understood what that fleeting moment of glee on her face was all about.

Bitch Nurse I hope you die of chronic incontinence if any such thing exists.