#shitty doctors

I have been diagnosing myself correctly and before doctors will even consider there’s actually something wrong with me for decades now.

The first time I did it I broke my toe clean in half the bone was in two separate pieces and I went to the doctor (at 10 btw) and was like hey idk how I did it but my bone is broken and they looked at me and went no sweetie you wouldn’t be able to walk it’s definitely not broken but we’ll get an xray to see what’s up. Week later - oh shit it’s broken in half. I was in a cast for over a month

It only got worse as I got older I diagnosed myself with POTS and went to the doctor and was like hey here’s all my symptoms and he was like here’s months of testing and finally was like hey you ever heard of this thing called POTS??? And I was like yeah I’m like 99% sure that’s what I have

I have been emailing multiple of my doctors about my chronic pain I’ve been having literally so bad that I can’t stand or sit without getting so nauseous I almost throw up and I’m getting so dizzy I almost pass out each doctor keeps passing it off to another doctor or saying to just take some Tylenol

I spent ten minutes online and found exactly what’s wrong with me I checked multiple reputable sources and have found ways to lessen the pain but i definitely need doctor intervention so i need to get one of my doctors to actually see me and i have to be like look this is what it’s called this is how i feel and this is what it says I need

And let me tell youuuuu doctors do NOT like a 20 something green haired girl with ugly tattoos telling them what’s wrong with her so half my appointment is me trying to have them come to the conclusion on their own cause they will outright dismiss anything I say even when I am the poster child of the issue

I think it'd really help my paper if I could point to these and these specific studies and say "Yeah and even though these have different authors, they're all done by this organisation and as you can see from these and these sources this organisation is biased because they have an ideology they're trying to push, and you can see even in the studies that the conclusions they make aren't really supported by the methodology. At best the conclusions are a possibility."

(I have noticed, in that one specific study, that it was wild af because they concluded something like "And anyway this means that amnesia is not real" and I was like: "???????? What???? Where did that come from???")

!!!! That's so exciting!

Grey Faction and the False Memory Syndrome Foundation

Finding their authors is actually very easy, just Google an author's name followed by either term, the more highly either talks about the doctor, the less you can trust them

In particular, look out for Richard Noll, but see how easy?

Also Google the paper name followed by "response" because you'll find other doctors arguing with shitty papers, tumblr style

For example, that very first link...

Editorial Note: In light of the responses we have received regarding this article by Richard Noll, PhD, that was posted on our website on December 6, 2013, the article has been reposted with a modification. Additionally, we are posting responses from certain of the individuals mentioned in the article and from Dr Noll in order to leave analysis of the article up to our readers.

I hope this helps!! Omg, keep in touch, I'd love to hear how the paper goes, if there's anything I can help with, don't hesitate to reach out!!

"I have osteoporosis, I've been through menopause, I've been sick with chronic illnesses since I was 15. My age group is irrelevant to my health."

Thinking about how when I was a teen, I had really painful menses. At times, it was so bad that my legs felt like they were tingling, and standing was difficult. I was sent home from school on a number of occasions due to vomiting during my menstruation.

Overall, a really shitty time.

Not only was I frequently told I was being over dramatic, that I just needed to "walk around," eventually restricted from going home or seeing the school nurse... But I was told because I'm trans, it shouldn't be an issue.

My mother told me on a multitude of occasions, "If you're a boy, then you shouldn't be having these issues, huh?"

"Boys don't have these problems."

I hold so much bitterness over the fact that no one ever took me to the doctor for my painful menstruation. My mother told me years later that she didn't believe cramps actually happened during menstruation because she had never had them before. She only began to believe people get cramps when she had some herself, years after I was now missing menses all together.

Sometimes, that bitterness of feeling pain that no one believed me for, out weighs being invalidated. Other times, like now, I see the whole picture and feel so much anger.

The same adults who told me my pain was a lie, told me I was just trying to get attention, or get out of school, are the same ones who told the doctors, "She has a really high pain tolerance, we just know something is wrong when she complains about the head aches!"

Why is it that no one took me to the doctor? Why is it no one believed me when I never complained about pain before? The years of perfect school attendance suddenly questioned when I couldn't stand up from the desk. Was it all for nothing?

Why is it that the people I was supposed to trust the most were the ones who never listened?

Maliciously never listened.

I was punished for having a body that I didn't ask for and feeling a way I couldn't control.

I'm allowed to struggle with my anatomy, trans or not. I'm allowed to feel pain.

To be told I wasn't allowed to express the physical pain I was dealing with because I am transgender is heinous. They laughed when they would say it. I don't care if they thought it was funny. It was a mockery, and they knew it.

I should have been given some support. I should have been given at the VERY LEAST a supportive pat on the back.

I could have dealt with the pain on my own if they had just given me the space to do it. Without the shame and mockery.

Just before my menses went away, they started to believe me. I guess because it had been years at that point.

Even though the only change was that they would let me go lay down rather than be forced to socialize or do their activities. It really made a difference. Sure, it was painful, I was sick and couldn't eat. But it was a million times better than being made to continue as usual and burden everyone with my inability to function.

Hello anon! I know I’ve made this post before but it’s buried somewhere. So here it is! Buckle up folks!

I always struggled with bad periods. Heavy flow, horrific cramps, irregular timing. I just thought that’s what it is and everyone deals with it. I figured the pain I experienced trying to use tampons was all in my head, some psychological fear due to my religious upbringing.

It wasn’t until college that I realized maybe my experience wasn’t normal. Maybe people aren’t supposed to be in this much pain. Maybe something was wrong. My pain got to be so overwhelming that I went to the emergency room. After a rather traumatic experience, I was eventually told that I had ovarian cysts and one of them had ruptured, and just go to my OBGYN and take some Advil. (Great advice, wonderful care. /s)

PCOS was in my family history, and my aunts and sisters all struggled with it. My then OBGYN diagnosed me with it, but basically said the same thing as the ER nurses. Take some ibuprofen and birth control and get over it. A diagnosis doesn’t do anything.

I had another episode with cysts about two years later, after I was out of college. I knew what it was this time, and I knew they’d only tell me the same thing. Take Advil and stop crying. So I didn’t bother going to the ER, and I tried to deal with the pain on my own. My (much nicer) OBGYN monitored the two softball sized cysts on my right ovary, and said we’d just keep an eye on them until they went away. That worked for a while, but not for long. One night my mother insisted on taking me to the ER because I was practically screaming in pain. After another traumatic visit, I was, you guessed it, told to take Advil and go home. It was probably another rupture.

Except it wasn’t. The next day I visited my OBGYN for an ultrasound so she could see what was going on. I was called back later that night and told to come in for emergency surgery. The cysts were torsing my ovary and cutting off the blood supply. Very scary situation, I’d never had a big surgery before. I was rushed in for the laparoscopy. This procedure usually takes less than a half hour. For me, I was on the table over two and a half hours. The reason being, not only did I have two huge cysts, but I was discovered to also have endometriosis. The cysts and all my organs had lesions, and everything was fused together. My OBGYN had to scrape the extra tissue from all my organs, she said it was the worst case of endo she’s ever seen, and I must have the highest pain tolerance ever to not be screaming my head off all day long. It was during this surgery I lost my right ovary, dead from having no blood supply.

Recovering from that surgery took me six months. It was brutal and at times, humiliating. My insides were raw and my muscles felt like goo. The only good thing to come out of it was meeting my lovely physical therapist, whom I still talk to today.

Me: I have issues starting tasks that aren't related to motivation

Dr: I sounds like you have a motivation issue.

Me: It's not motivation. I stare at a blank screen for hours trying to make my body move. It's like a physical disconnect, where the signals wont send. I have motivation, it doesn't matter.

Dr: Medication wont do the motivation for you, you know.

Me: I don't care about medication I want to know what's wrong with me.

Dr: Well you sound like you don't have any motivation.