Homestead Hermit
Peer Supporter
What was the most disheartening thing a doctor has told you about your symptoms? In what ways have you kept that in your mind?
Since the doctors couldn't figure out a cause to my stomach ailments, they sent me to a psychologist to see if that had any roots. (these were military doctors, so I'm not sure how high-quality they were).
The first said my problem was I didn't have "enough" friends. Which is funny because I had a much larger social circle then than I do now and had a very active social life. But that comment has stuck with me as I've aged and discovered I am an introvert and don't need as much social interacting as "everyone else." (I still catch myself telling myself I am not normal because I am not an extrovert and don't have as many friends as others). Maybe that's a big part of why I have insecurities as an introvert, because this comment consistently repeats in my mind when I am feeling lonely and alone in the world
The second psychologist hardly said anything as he jotted down notes and pulled down books. He finally said "From what the textbooks say you are a classic case of manic depression." No kind words, the man wouldn't look me in the eye, wrote off a prescription, and off he went.
When I received my diagnosis the doctor announced it in this way: "Oh, you just have IBS." To me, there was nothing just about my situation! I'd been to the emergency room more days than none, missed more days of work than I could count, in constant pain and no idea WHY I was in that pain, not able to enjoy activities or people because I was either so nauseated or had to find a restroom quick, the list goes on.
I suppose what I've wanted most over the years from doctors is empathy, a kind word, to feel as if I'm not alone or crazy. And I've felt alone and crazy until now after finding this path to healing. Nothing about doctor visits has ever felt comfortable, I've never found the human connection, so I'd given up going to doctors by so many bad, fearful experiences.
Since the doctors couldn't figure out a cause to my stomach ailments, they sent me to a psychologist to see if that had any roots. (these were military doctors, so I'm not sure how high-quality they were).
The first said my problem was I didn't have "enough" friends. Which is funny because I had a much larger social circle then than I do now and had a very active social life. But that comment has stuck with me as I've aged and discovered I am an introvert and don't need as much social interacting as "everyone else." (I still catch myself telling myself I am not normal because I am not an extrovert and don't have as many friends as others). Maybe that's a big part of why I have insecurities as an introvert, because this comment consistently repeats in my mind when I am feeling lonely and alone in the world
The second psychologist hardly said anything as he jotted down notes and pulled down books. He finally said "From what the textbooks say you are a classic case of manic depression." No kind words, the man wouldn't look me in the eye, wrote off a prescription, and off he went.
When I received my diagnosis the doctor announced it in this way: "Oh, you just have IBS." To me, there was nothing just about my situation! I'd been to the emergency room more days than none, missed more days of work than I could count, in constant pain and no idea WHY I was in that pain, not able to enjoy activities or people because I was either so nauseated or had to find a restroom quick, the list goes on.
I suppose what I've wanted most over the years from doctors is empathy, a kind word, to feel as if I'm not alone or crazy. And I've felt alone and crazy until now after finding this path to healing. Nothing about doctor visits has ever felt comfortable, I've never found the human connection, so I'd given up going to doctors by so many bad, fearful experiences.