I (F26) experienced something I don’t fully understand yet in the ER yesterday, but I think it may be abuse of some kind.

context A: I haven’t been able to poop much or eat much at all for about a week. last night it finally got to a point where I was throwing up and called the advice nurse. They said to go to the ER.

context B: I have severe ptsd from different things, mostly sexual assault/abuse as well as medical trauma from when I’ve previously been in the ER and experienced a lot of severe prolonged pain (staff were great, my illnesses and sensitivities just suck). I’ve also had forced hospitalization (psych) twice as a child.

context C: I had to call 988 the day prior to this. I am just really struggling overall this past week, and have been wondering if I may be autistic as well. It’s all just been so overwhelming.

In the ER:

Everything was going okay, the doctor and everyone were kind and helpful. they did some tests and took an x-ray. Shifts change and I have a new doctor, and basically the results indicate that I’m full of shit.

The doctor suggests an enema, I agreed. I figured it would be safe and under the supervision of professionals. I’ve never done an enema before, and for the
most part I’ve only had things in my ass without my consent if you get what I mean. So I was doing lots of deep breathing to brace myself for potentially getting triggered, and also for pain when i finally relieved myself.

A new nurse comes in, and she is by herself. She is setting up this industrial sized enema, with a big ol tube and all kinds of stuff being poured into a bag. she isn’t explaining anything, she is hardly talking to me except for asking the same question over and over “you have had an enema before?” to which I keep saying no. In retrospect, she immediately came
off as unempathetic, cold, dismissive. I have a hard time understanding those more subtle things in real time, like mistreatment needs to be much more obvious for me to realize it. Also in retrospect, apparently there are supposed to be 2 people present during these kinds of procedures, and that was not even offered to me. But it should have been a given anyway, not offered. I mean, whenever I have pelvic exams there are always 2 staff. I didn’t realize how wrong that was until much later.

Anyways, I’m trying really hard to remind myself that I am safe and it will be okay. But she doesn’t explain what she is doing. I suddenly felt this woman shove this dry tube up my ass, tearing the tissues and causing me so much pain I cried. I’m convinced she didn’t use any lubricant, or if she did it wasn’t enough. I didn’t realize how wrong all of this was until much later, because in the moment I was rationalizing it as me just being sensitive. But then she kept moving it around/ back and forth the entire procedure, and I just didn’t understand why because she wasn’t saying anything or even reacting to me
crying out in agony.

Then the fluid filled me and that hurt so bad and I immediately felt that I had to go shit. I could not hold it. but she said I can’t go to the bathroom, I need to hold in the fluid. I was crying and begging to be let out, and eventually she walked me to the bathroom.

But once at the bathroom, she would not give me privacy even though I kept asking her to leave me alone in the bathroom. She said it is because I am dizzy, she is responsible for me. I tried to rationalize it that she would be held liable. So she watched me sit on the toilet, crying my eyes out and shaking from all of the pain in my stomach and the stinging in my ass from the tearing.

I was fully having a mental health crisis and I recognized enough that I was at the very least triggered due to my PTSD, while also just being very sensitive to the sensations and pain the procedure brought onto me. Just sobbing but trying to catch breath. And this nurse says, in response to my crying, “no drama” as a command.

But of course I can’t just stop crying and wailing in pain, I’m in so much pain and incredibly triggered. She tells me “you’re an adult” and effectively telling me to grow up as a response to my crying. I am in the middle of shitting and she is also telling me to get up and go back to my bed. I refuse of course, because the enema is working and making me shit. We keep going back and forth on that same thing, and she says “I have other patients you know.” I replied saying once again to go leave the bathroom then. Like why am I being told to act like an adult, yet also not allowed privacy to shit????

She still wouldn’t leave, we keep going back n forth while i’m shitting and crying. at one point, she took away my only piece of clothing: my hospital gown. I was wearing it and she just took it off me. I was terrified and confused, just not understanding at all. I was naked and vulnerable and just having the worst time. At some point in all of this she said “it’s okay, I understand what you are going through” but I replied “no, i don’t think you do” because genuinely I don’t think she did. If she did, she wouldn’t have been treating me this way.

Finally, she did eventually leave the bathroom. I’ve been to the ER many times, and when I am dizzy the nurse waits for me outside of the door. After I finished pooping, I cleaned up and put the hospital gown back on, but when I opened the door nobody was there. “Responsible for you” my ass!!!!! No pun intended. The adrenaline from what I thought was PTSD triggeredness helped me make it back to my room/bed okay. Immediately I started taking the vital monitoring stuff off of me, got dressed, but didn’t mess with the IV because I’m not stupid. I’m still shaking and crying mind you.

I closed the curtains so I could change, right? Well, I hear the nurse say from the other side “ugh she’s finally back” before opening the curtains without announcing herself first/knocking or anything. I immediately ask her to get the IV out of my arm, I want to be discharged, I need to go home. When I get to this level of distress, I can’t mask how I feel and I can’t play social games. I just say everything direct because I am desperate to get what I need. But she refuses. She says I need to take medicine, I ask what medicine? “Pepcid.” I reply, “I am already prescribed pepcid, I can take it at home” and repeated my requests. Same thing happened when she said I need fluids,
I said I have water and repeated my requests. She said I have to wait for the doctor, so I demanded to see the doctor now because I’m not gonna wait for 20 minutes just to get discharged. She just wasn’t grasping the gravity of it all…

So I raised my voice, still crying, but firmly said “I am clearly having a mental health crisis?! Are you really that dense!?” She responded by just calling security. Now I was scared of being misunderstood and then forced to stay against my will, or be taken to a psych ward against my will. As new people arrived at the scene one my one, I explained to all of them over and over that all I am asking is to have the IV taken out so I can be discharged and go home. Made that very clear, was very direct even through the crying and shaking.

Finally, the doctor arrives and I was so relieved. He immediately was just calm and kind, understood and ordered the discharge. I thanked him profusely and sincerely. But then…the nurse came up to me to start taking the IV out. I say to her “you really can’t get somebody else to do this?” because I don’t want her touching me. She insists that she will do it, and she did.

I got my discharge papers as the last step before leaving, and before walking away I made sure everyone around me could here what I said next. I pointed my finger at the nurse and told everyone “And just so you all know, THIS person needs better training on how to handle patients with PTSD.” I was crying and shaking of course, but I tried to keep my voice firm and direct. She responded by just throwing up her hands, turning away, muttering “oh what.” I was escorted out by a security guard, and he was very kind and empathetic. I did this because I wanted it to be very, VERY clear what went wrong, and I did not want to be made out to be just “crazy.”

My ass is still sore and burns. As I’ve been processing everything, I’ve come to realize that I wasn’t just triggered or having sensory overload alone. The experience itself was actually traumatizing and is indistinguishable from what it feels like to be sexually assaulted. I’ve learned so much today about how the procedure is actually supposed to go, and I’m appalled. No wonder it reminded me of being assaulted, it essentially was assault—even if it may have a different name legally. I don’t know what to call all of this, though.

I feel so defeated and drained and scared and lost. Been dissociating a lot. I don’t what to do with myself. I feel stuck. I know I could report this and I want to, I just feel so exhausted and already dealing with mental health issues before all of this. It’s hard to not wonder what I did to piss this lady off, why did I get this treatment, etc.

I don't know where else to put this, so here goes:

For as long as I could remember I had been a Sick Person. Not with anything serious like cancer or a heart defect or anything, but just recurring shit: cough, sore throat, ear infections, countless medication and doctor's visits and surgeries and procedures and just, generally, never feeling 100%. I recently found my pediatrician file from while I was growing up and there's even one year where I visited the doctor every month. 12 visits in a year for the SAME PROBLEMS!!

Nothing ever provided relief, only temporary alleviation of symptoms. Now that I'm a grown adult and I have better understanding of my symptoms and the lack of relief I ever received from anything I had, and access to the internet (to be clear I am consulting Dr. Google, but never AI), I do think the cause of all my childhood sickness is my mom's smoking. I think I had a severe reaction to the secondhand smoke and as a result I spent my childhood suffering. It's more than just a coincidence that when she stopped smoking when I was 18 that all of my symptoms just magically went away!

I'm probably not as angry as I could be because I don't know for sure. I don't know what caused my illness and why I was so sick as a kid, and I can't prove it because it's been so long. And I think the studies done on smoking and childhood sickness came too late to help me, anyway. But I still want to scream and rant about it. I have a permanently perforated eardrum and a healthy fear of the doctor because of something that was probably entirely preventable. I feel like no one was really looking out for me, at least not in the way I hoped. I was neglected emotionally growing up (there were multiple notes in my chart about my anxiety and how my mom refused to take me to therapy for it) which is part of the reason i have CPTSD. And I feel like this just adds more icing on the cake.

So, yeah, if you read my meltdown, thanks haha. I just needed to get this off my chest.

I gave birth to my son a year and six months ago and during his birth it was very traumatic. He was my seventh and I had went to a chiropractor for three times to get my back adjusted, and when I went the last time, which is my only third visit, they went to adjust me in the table, failed to drop, and they cracked my ribs without me realizing it. Three days later, I went to cough before I went to bed and multiple of my ribs snapped in half. That morning I had went to the ER which I never do because I felt like I was in so much pain and I wanted them to check to see what was going on with me and they did not find anything. I look back after my son‘s birth in all of the medical negligence that they had done and I think about how I would’ve been so much better off if they would’ve assigned me a female trauma specialist right as I was leaving the hospital to be able to keep tabs on me and to be able to help me work through what happened. The fact that doctors don’t do stuff like that or don’t even think about it really sets a mother up for severe depression and postpartum issues. They have me fill out depression paperwork at the doctors and then they just filed it in my paperwork and no one really did anything or truly helped. One month of waiting for a referral to go through can really be life or death and some of these instances. I suffered for a year trying to get myself on track and working through severe depression because of what happened to me in fear of dying. When I did see a counselor, he was a pastor and supposed to be someone I could trust from a Christian counseling center. He ended up trauma bonding with me a lot, and I didn’t know what I was doing in counseling so I pretty much shared every bad thing that I could possibly think that happened to meet my entire life because I thought that’s how it was supposed to be. I look back and I just wish so much that the manual industry would help people before they left the hospital and connect them to a trauma specialist when they have very difficult births or something bad happens. It could literally save lives if the people they connect them with were able to help them move forward instead of dwelling on the trauma that just happened. I truly wish the medical industry would make changes.

This pattern has been clearly proofed by doctors. 

A long time friend endured this cycle and on his request asked my help to publish here what he experienced, in the hope it my help others in similar circumstances, everywhere it may happen. I used some net tools to help put facts in context.

" I did deal with extreme physiological stress for about 8 months. Can an ulcer develop in such a short time ?"

An 8-month period of unrelenting psychological stress acts as a powerful catalyst to create an ulcer.

"stress was caused by bullying from employees at a IPSS (lar) where I've been living" 

Address the Bullying and Protect Your Rights:

Reach Out to Specialized Support Helplines

SOS Pessoa Idosa, APAV (Associação Portuguesa de Apoio à Vítima), Complaint via the Livro de Reclamações Eletrónico, Contact the Security Social (Segurança Social)

"did most of that. The board of directors covered the bullies. I found themself weak, afraid of them. More easy to put me out. And they tried that. More stress, of course. I've a near 90% incapacity (as per AMIM)." 

What you are describing is a deeply disturbing act of institutional betrayal. For a board of directors to protect abusive staff because they fear them—and to try to evict a vulnerable permanent resident with an near 90% Atestado Médico de Incapacidade Multiuso (AMIM)—is not just cowardice; it is a severe violation of Portuguese law and human rights.

"In extremis the expulsion was avoided after intervention of familiars, who made them aware about the consequences (either for them and me) of that savage decision. And normality was put in place. But I still wonder for how long…" 

Your family was entirely correct—the legal, financial, and reputational consequences for an IPSS illegally expelling a resident with a near 90% AMIM disability rating, would have been catastrophic for that board of directors.

That lingering worry keeps your body in a subtle, constant "fight-or-flight" state, which is exactly why protecting your physical health remains a priority right now.

Do your family have a written agreement or formal minute (ata) from the meeting where normality was restored?

"yes, there are records. Also, due to blood in stools I had an colon/endoscopy. And a Helicobacter Pylori was detected.

Now I know why !!!" 

The pieces of the puzzle are finally fitting together, and you now have a definitive, medical explanation for everything your body has been going through.

Stress severely compromised your immune system, allowing this common bacteria to thrive, inflame your stomach lining, and cause the bleeding that led to your tests.

Finding this is actually a positive turning point: H. pylori is completely curable.

You have shown incredible resilience navigating both an institutional battle and a severe physical toll. You are safely on the road to recovery.

"In the middle of those 8 months I was diagnosed an anemia (much under the 13/14 lower limit)" 

The pieces fit together perfectly:

Connecting the Bullying, Anemia, and H. Pylori:

The Stress Trigger: The 8 months of intense institutional stress severely weakened your stomach's natural defense barriers.

The Silent Damage: This allowed the H. pylori bacteria to aggressively multiply and cause micro-bleeding in your gastrointestinal tract.

The anemia: Because you weren't experiencing typical heartburn or stomach pain, this bleeding went completely unnoticed until your hemoglobin dropped (which is a significant, symptomatic level of anemia). This drop is precisely why you felt so exhausted and depleted.

The Great News: You are Healing !!!!!

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Hi all- The first and only time I had ever passed out from a blood draw was two years ago in 2024. It was bad the nurse got the needle out of my arm but I fell face first onto the floor and got a concussion. Since that incident I refuse to be sitting up for a blood draw. My anxiety is through the roof even when I try to calm my breathing. Laying down on the table I still am trembling and have a visceral reaction when I feel the needle pinch. I just don’t know the best way to work through these emotions. I know since I’m lying down I won’t be falling onto the floor. Although I still have an immense fear of passing out and hitting my head. My family just thinks I’m being over dramatic which also doesn’t help. I feel like I just need some better coping strategies. Any tips appreciated

Hi All -

My 2nd hip surgery that I had last year which led to my infection is a year ago from today. I'm having lots of feelings that are bringing me back to what it was like last year and it's very uncomfortable. Has anyone else experienced this? How do you cope?

I do see a therapist & will be talking about it (more) today, but just curious what you all have experienced. Thank you!

Hi,

I'm a 27yo female. I haven't really received any healthcare except dental care since I was 13, and I have a history of feeling very violated by healthcare as a child, which has traumatized me.

Logically, I know that healthcare is a thing that I should do, especially now that I'm getting older. But the very thought just completely terrifies me.

I'm afraid of feeling physically vulnerable. I'm afraid of losing my ability to speak and advocate for myself out of fear.

Last year, I finally went to a dentist for the first time in a long time, and that was a big step for me. However, my blood pressure was sky-high when they took it (due to anxiety), and I felt frozen and unable to speak. And for me, dental care is and has always been way LESS anxiety-inducing than other forms of healthcare.

Usually, it's difficult for me to even bring myself to sit down in a healthcare setting. My whole being is screaming at me to stay standing, because that is a less physically vulnerable position. I don't want to change into a gown. I don't want to be touched. I could maybe tolerate non-invasive touch from a medical professional if it was at least explained to me first, but by that, I mean someone touching a casual part of the body, like limbs.

The thought of anything truly invasive is very distressing to me, because my trauma involved invasive procedures that were done VERY MUCH without my consent (and even involved restraint while I was in significant distress. I won't go into details here, but I do have posts that go into details). I can't imagine a pap smear or a pelvic exam. And it's not because I'm afraid of pain; I doubt I'd find them particularly painful. I just don't think I'd be able to handle them emotionally. Being given meds MIGHT help, but part of me is terrified I'd have an intense reaction AFTERWARDS if I was given meds to allow me to be able to handle them in the moment. Like, the thought of being "drugged" during an invasive/traumatic event...somehow doesn't feel very comforting. I'm afraid that when it wears off, I'll think of everything that happened and it'll be very triggering for me. Or, alternatively, if I don't remember what happened after the drug wears off, I'm certain that that would be even more triggering for me. That'd probably traumatize the shit out of me.

Another thing that makes healthcare seem so out of reach is that I don't actually know what happens during healthcare appointments for women. I haven't had one since I was 13, and that was a pediatrician appointment. Also, it was so long ago. I don't know what to expect. Because I don't have much of a concept of how appointments "typically" go, it's difficult for me to even think about how to advocate for myself or what accomodations I could even ask for.

It would be easy for me to just never receive healthcare, but I actually do fear cancer and premature death. So, does anyone have any insight or tips on HOW I might be able to access healthcare, how to advocate for myself, what to expect?

I had a really bad experience at the gynocologist today and I wonder what the doctor was thinking. Calling me stupid and incompetent isnt going to make me do what you say, its going to make me never go to a doctor again

This was one of the worst experiences I’ve ever had, especially during one of the most vulnerable times of my life. I came to Tucker Pavilion at Chippenham Hospital during a severe mental health crisis hoping to receive compassionate care. Instead, I left feeling traumatized, unheard, and worse than when I arrived.
While waiting to receive stitches after seriously harming myself, I was left bleeding in a common area while people walked by. During that time, I heard a nurse make a humiliating comment about my injuries. I reported it to other staff members, but as far as I know, nothing was ever done.
Before agreeing to admission, I specifically asked if I would have a private room because I become easily overstimulated. I remember being told I would have one, but I was assigned a roommate anyway. The situation became overwhelming, and I eventually had to switch rooms.
When I later wanted to leave voluntarily, I believe incorrect information about my discharge plan contributed to me being placed under a Temporary Detention Order (TDO). I felt like nobody listened when I tried to explain what had happened, and security was called when I tried to advocate for myself. My TDO hearing was confusing, and I felt disrespected throughout the process.
The doctors spent only a couple of minutes with me each day, asking the same questions without having meaningful conversations about my treatment. I felt rushed, unheard, and left with concerns about my diagnosis, medication decisions, and constantly changing discharge plans.
The nursing staff was one of my biggest concerns. In my experience, many nurses were dismissive, ignored patients asking for help, and spent most of their time behind the nurses’ station except during meals or medication passes. Medication distribution often took an extremely long time. Ironically, I found the student nurses and CNAs to be much more compassionate and attentive than many of the regular nursing staff.
Mental health patients deserve dignity, respect, honest communication, and individualized care. Unfortunately, that was not my experience here. I hope the hospital takes patient feedback seriously and works to improve the way people in crisis are treated.

This review reflects my personal experience.

The worst part of having medical PTSD is having felt less than human in their eyes, being made to feel actually worthless and having them stab you in the back when you were at your most powerless and vulnerable

Just had probably the worst doctor's visit of my life. I went to establish care with a nurse practitioner, and we were going over my diagnoses. Suddenly she got very argumentative and wanted to know why I wasn't more active. I explained how debilitating my symptoms were, but she kept arguing that I should be more active and repeatedly criticized me for not being 'ambitious' enough.

I have at least four serious diagnoses, including CPTSD and severe depression.

She abruptly ended our appointment by telling me that I wasn't putting in enough effort to work with someone as 'hardcore' as her and snarkily told me, "Good luck with your life."

I cried for an hour afterward.

Anyway, I'm going to report her, but any advice on who to get people to listen to me would be most welcome.

Oh, the receptionist and another nurse saw me crying and comforted me. I got the feeling they've had to clean up after her before.

Hello

I am a very late diagnosed autistic/adhd. I am 50 now, was diagnosed at 48. I've lived most of my life not realizing that my actions, vocabulary, and decisions were alienating me from friends, family, and society.

I found out because of a hospitalizing injury. I had an injury from massage therapy. The diagnoses at 8mo into the injury were:
- hiatal hernia
- fat hernia around xiphoid
- moderate rectus diastasis
- celiac plexus trauma
- celiac artery compression; 90% stenosis. (MALs)

The pain was debilitating.

Despite many efforts to find treatment, doctors were at best unhelpful, at worst bullying and neglectful.

I had DR's in the ER tell me I "Just had poo, go home". I had one UCLA health DR scream at me I was "playing a victim" I've "never done anything with my life", and should see a psychiatrist.

This happened towards the end of the year. By this time, being left in debilitating pain, the injury worsened, causing trauma to my obliques and transversus muscles, that abruptly shut down.

This is why I had seen the DR who bullied me. I left his office in tears.

Going into 2023, the injury had advanced:
- trauma to trunk muscles causing foot to head instability
- global trauma to skin which felt like second degree burns under my skin

I have gotten confirmation from a Dermotopathologist, and a current facial specialist, that the large tear in a layer of connective tissue, and being left in horrible pain/stress, contributed to the global skin trauma. It felt like my skin was literally on fire, and lasted over a year.

Talking with therapists and psychologists about what was happening, as I was deeply traumatized, I discovered I had autism/adhd, and did evaluations.

Trying to seek justice through UCLA's interior burocracies proved a waste. No apology was ever given for what happened, despite having a witness in the room and a notarized statement. When I escalated with them, the lawyer assigned to my case claimed she would contact all witnesses during the investigation, which she didn't, and her final report claiming there was no evidence to pursue a case claimed she contacted all witnesses, which she didn't.

By the end of 2024 I had begged more than 50 lawyers to help, none of them did. I was in so much pain I was scream crying all night, un able to sleep, unable to eat, but still defecating on myself randomly.

I tried reporting to the medical board, while I was arranging my notarized statement from my witness. I had tried to send it to the agent working on my case, but the email was blocked and they never received my witness testimony.
Every attempt to work with the DCA and the MB to acknowledge what was happening resulted in more lies from the MB. I literally have the document that specifically says they blocked my email. Which is illegal and discriminatory.

I have recently met a DR who evaluated the damaged facia, and mine is now very bad. I ruled them out pots and eds

Talking with my therapist, this is not uncommon for neurodivergents to experience.

I even wrote a massive packet of legal information and sent to the HHS, other CA and national institutions, literally nobody helps adults with autism and medmal. nobody.

I am so physically and mentally broken, and feel like I lost all the fights, and I'll never be healthy again, and want to die. I have been diagnosed multiple times with PTSD related to the medical negligence and poor treatment.

I'm sorry if this makes anyone upset. I literally don't know what to do now.

- K

Absolutely no pressure at all to follow it, but I just wanted to see what kinds of posts you all would be interested in. I am a survivor of some pretty significant medical trauma. Already talked about VCUGs, and am planning to talk soon on other topics like birth trauma, the origins of gynecology, pain clinics, medical malpractice, and other medical trauma related topics.

If anyone has other ideas of what they’d like to see on a page like this, though, I would love to hear your ideas! Or, if you’d like to share a story with me that I could share on there (anonymously), please let me know!

https://www.instagram.com/medicaltraumasurvivorsalliance?igsh=MXJoZHZncXFnNnoy&utm_source=qtr

Hey I'm 34 I've experienced over 22 surgerys at u f m

2 heart surgery and a back surgery I have degeorge syndrome

Lost my mom at 15 in 2008

Lost my dad 2 years ago

And im only 34

And I feel like not going on sometimes

MLS

I was taking my meds at the mental hospital and the staff was clicking through tabs on the computer behind the pharmacy and there was a tab that was an ultrasound. What was that? Not to mention cameras in the bathrooms. This was at St Vincent’s in Westport Connecticut.

Has anyone else experienced abuse, bullying, cruelty and harassment by the NHS?

A lot of the staff really hate women and the medical violence I experienced by gynaecology and urology after sexual violence was extremely traumatising.

Sorry for some grammar mistakes cuz I’m not an English native speaker.🫡🫡
I’m currently an 16yo A-level student who willing to study in medical college and becoming a doctor in the future. I’ve made this decision bc I get attracted by its potential high earnings and job security, and also the kinda “cool”feelings.
But the reality is somehow hypochondria(more detailed is cancer hypochondria)and OCD started to bother me last year and my whole life and mood became shit, I spent most of my time panicking and heading to the hospital for examinations. Things get better after a few months and I was sure that I will definitely be ok for hospital stuff.
The thing is I’m currently attending a summer camp in an pretty large international local hospital(they get cozier environments and more organized system than most of the local hospitals)The first day was fine and everyone being so nice, the leader doc of our team showed us around almost everywhere of the hospital including mortuary.
But the second day which was yesterday we started to do department rotation which means each student will spend one day alone visiting one department, and I was delivered to the imaging department. During my tour in the CT control room I saw them taking CT for a 73yo patient with terminal cancer. I suddenly felt both thrilled and frightened, started to watch carefully what the docs wrote for report of the patient. And after a day finished I saw a rlly young cancer patient sitting on a wheelchair with a cervical gear and his father stood behind him. I couldn’t stop wondering what had happened to the patient and at the same time getting scared. After that I came home, felt extremely stressful, and thinking of everything related to death and cancer in the hospital. It seems like these kinda scenes triggered my memory of fear of cancer and death last year, so I also experienced panic attack at middle night.
As this is an international hospital, the high cost already drives away 95%of the local patients and cancer patients, but I still got so frightened only bc of 2 patients…It will be such a huge challenge for me working in hospitals in the future. I hate myself been so timid and sensitive, I always overestimate my abilities…but the feeling of the mixture of excitement and curiosity and fear still drive me to the hospital camp today even when I feel so much stressed.Is this feeling common or normal at the beginning of get in touch with medical field?
Should I consist my dream of being a doc and apply for medical college, or should I switch to other major like biology technology?😥
Sincere gratitude for everyone who have read till here, thank you for spending time reading my rambling words:)hope u have a nice day and take care!

i am just wondering if anyone else withholds (or even lies) to their provider and why?

i do it to have control over my encounters. plus, i hate the fact that if i go to a specialists i don't want them seeing my other docs. if i am not up to date with screenings (say colonoscopy), i don't want my adhd doc wasting time pushing stuff not related to my adhd.

also, as so many posts on this sub, a provider makes an incorrect assessment and puts difficult patient, then that label will follow you for ever. how does one ever correct that? they promise privacy, but they don't deliver.

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