My doctor was listening to my chest with a stethoscope that had some kind of electronic amplifier on it. He had forgotten to turn it on, so he couldn't hear anything at first and said "So, how long have you been dead?" before explaining and switching it on. Was hillarious.

I was diagnosed with depression at 12. We moved, and I saw a new doctor. Turns out I actually had kidney failure.

"If you're not going to look at me then you don't deserve to be here." - a mental health rehab center I was at for PTSD and AvPD caused by severe child abuse. The lady who said that proceeded to leave me threatening voicemails after I refused to go back to the program. I let my therapist listen to the voicemails and she was horrified. My therapist had to call the rehab center for me and tell them that I wasn't going back. She also reported them.

When I had my ectopic pregnancy in 2015, I asked them to double check where it was if that was possible. The gynaecologist sat me down and said “what do you want me to do, take your insides out and search for the cells that way?” To which I asked if she had ever lost a child. She told me no but that she brought back a child once. Then later on she said to me “Im just the gynaecologist, not the mother of a dying child” and then walked out of the room. She got reported but nothing ever came of it

I loss my daughter at 6&half mths and the main nurse came in and said that is what happens to unwanted babies. I screamed at her letting her know she was wanted as I threw everything I could put my hands on at her. She avoided me the rest of the time I was in hospital. That was 39 yrs ago and I am still hurt by her words. Some people are just nasty as.

A pediatrician was considering testing my baby for iron deficiency. I had heard that if a pregnant mother is deficient then sometimes the baby might also be. So I told him “I was iron deficient during the pregnancy”. He just looked at me blankly and said “this isn’t about YOU” Did he really think I was saying that just to talk about myself? 🙄

Positive interaction: I have great veins... every time I donate blood the nurses get so excited... The best one was a very gleeful "OMG look at those beauties... let me see the other arm... OMG spoiled for choice!!" it kinda made my day 😊

At a mental health wing in a hospital, Doctors have actually suggested to MY PARENTS in FRONT OF ME, that I might be faking it for "attention", and I have friends who have had that experience more than once. It's scary how far behind the medical and publics view of mental health is

Short story. I had a miscarriage at 19. The dr basically said your levels have dropped and youre probably just having a miscarriage. I cried and was devastated. He walked right out. If it wasnt for the older male nurse who sat by my side explained everything and sweetly called me ladybug, who soften the blow i dont know what id had done. ❤

I suffered a corneal abrasion while swimming in a pool. The chlorine made it even more painful. I went to the local ED. I couldn't open my eyes without pain and gushing tears. While waiting to see the doctor, one of the staff people got my info. She asked if I had insurance. I said my card was in my wallet. Without opening my eyes, I took out my wallet and pulled out the insurance card. She said, "Wow, you'd make a really good blind person." I burst out laughing. She profusely apologized. I knew what she wanted to say which was "that was impressive without looking."

7:07 I went into the ER for spotting while pregnant (20 weeks) after a car accident. They did an ultrasound, admitted me to keep an eye on me, and while I laid in pain cramping a doctor came in and said with a happy jovial tone "I suppose you know by now your baby's dead" I didn't know. It was my first miscarriage. Years later it's still a gut punch to think about

At 24 years old I found myself suddenly in the hospital. I had a nurse come into my hospital room saying okay we have to get you up and moving around. Mind you I was in a hospital with a DVP and shortness of breath. My mom who is a retired nurse said “I don’t think so seeing she is on heparin shots and we are waiting on the results from her scan”…. Literally minutes later the doctors came in and they rushed me to emergency surgery… I had PE in my lung and they were worried it was going to go into my heart. That nurse is lucky my mom was there. My mom also made sure that nurse was never on my rotation for the rest of the time I was there

I'm paramedic myself and during my formation I had to assist at a surgery preparation, a woman had a dead baby in her belly and couldn't deliver it naturally. The doctor was very rude to the patient who was mumbeling the whole time. I recognized the patient was just praying in Arabic and spoke the prayer with her. The doctor just yelled at us both to calm down. I was near to quit my job!

When I was 21, I suffered a miscarriage. After the obstetrician told me, I obviously burst into tears. He sighed and then uttered the most callous question of all! "What are you crying for? You are young enough to have another". Not what you want to hear at a time like that! Some Dr's should never have gone into the medical field!

At the time I was an ER nurse. I had triaged a patient who had vaginal bleeding. I asked her if there was any chance she was pregnant. She said no because she had an IUD in that had only been there about two years. I did a pregnancy test anyway and it comes back positive! Then the doctor went in all excited and told her she was pregnant. She starts bawling saying she wasn't ready, she was still in college, she was trying to be careful. Doctor comes back to the desk so confused why she was upset. The charge nurse tried to explain to him that the patient wasn't ready to have a child but he couldn't see how that would be bad. I still think of her sometimes, walking out of the ER crying and on the phone with her boyfriend. I hope everything turned out okay for her.

I was in the hospital due to complications from a severe eating disorder ( my heart was starting to give out) I was days away from needing an pacemaker/ICD. The hospital cardiologist came in for daily rounds. My heart had stopped several times for a few seconds overnight. The doctor told me to my face that I weighed too much to have an eating disorder. That comment absolutely broke me. Struggling with mental health issues and being in the hospital sucks at some places! The complete lack of compassion is awful. We somehow become less valuable as humans.

When I was 16, I was having recurrent fevers and unexplained symptoms and was consequently being seen by an infectious disease doctor. The doctor took one look at me and said, “if your fevers were higher, maybe we’d care about them. Stop looking for answers for your symptoms and see a counselor to learn how to cope with them.” Two years and many doctors later I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.

After I’d had my first child, I’d torn pretty badly. They sent for the doctor to sew me up. He was one of the most horrible medical individuals I’ve ever encountered. It was excruciatingly painful even after injections, and I screamed a few times and cried non stop. He stopped part way through and sighed heavily at me and said “just stop crying. I’m not going to give you any more anaesthetic.” It took an hour. At one point my husband had to leave the room as he was so upset and couldn’t handle seeing me like that. It had been a horrendous birth (I was induced, much of it was shock I think), but the hour that monster spent hurting me was the worst part of it. He didn’t even do a half-decent job and I had ongoing pain and problems for 18 months afterwards because of his butchery. By the time he’d finished, I was exhausted and emotionally numb, and my newborn had fallen asleep without being fed or me having more than a few seconds with her. They put me in an otherwise empty ward and kicked my husband out, telling him he could come back in the morning. I just half-lay there in this strange room in silence, my newborn swaddled asleep next to me, crying alone. I’ll never forget his callousness. That’s the thing these kind of doctors forget - to them, we’re just another annoying patient they have to deal with and they probably make 50 snarky comments a day without thinking of it. For us as the patient, we NEVER forget that cruel comment. It stays with us. It affects us. Imho

Took my son in to the doctors , I was seen by a new doctor. My son was 13 at the time and had a severe case of acne. He had gotten a lump on his neck and I wanted it checked out.The doctor took a look and said ,”well it’s either a boil or a very aggressive malignant tumor. “ My son looked like he was going to faint , and when I told the doctor ,” What the hell were you thinking?” He replied that he felt strongly that we should be honest with children. Told me too but let’s see first if it’s cancer before we scare the kid. Thank goodness it wasn’t cancer but I had to deal with a terrified child for a week while we waited for the test results.

I have CRPS in my whole right arm. The pain is so excruciating that one day I went to emerg in hopes of them giving me something, anything to help with the pain. I explained to the ER doctor why I was there and I told him that I have severe hypersensitivity to any kind of touch to my right arm. He looked at me and said “well, I have to anyway “and proceeded to grab me by the wrist. My arm is also in a sling. The pain was so severe that I grabbed the doctor’s arm with my good arm. I was crying and apologizing and was shaking and confused. I am terrified of hospitals ever since. Full on PTSD now.

About 12 years ago I had a doctor tell me-"you're a hypochondriac, that's your problem." At the time, I was going through a very stress filled time, my anxiety was raging, and my upper left chest felt "hollow" (best description I could come up with) and I would wake up in the middle of the night with a sharp pain just under my left clavicle. The doctor finally agreed to do an EKG. Results in his words- totally normal. I looked at the EKG. I'm no doctor, but I knew it wasn't. Luckily, my insurance at the time allowed me to make appointments with specialists without a referral. I went to a cardiologist. The first thing I did was hand him the EKG results and told him "Dr. __________ told me this is normal." The cardiologist looked at it and almost immediately said "He said this is normal." I said "Yes. He also told me I was a hypochondriac." The cardiologist sat very quietly for a minute and then said, "I've known Dr. _______ for a number of years. Previous to this I'd always considered him to be competent. Clearly that isn't the case. I assure you, you will have the quality of care here that you should have received from him. Let's start with a new EKG and when that's done you can tell me all that's been going on." Ending the long story. Determined I have an irregular electrical path in my heart. It was being exacerbated by the stress in my life. Cardiologist had me do a stress test and an echo. ECG showed my heart was healthy and I had an excellent heart blood fraction- slightly above normal. The stress test, which the Cardiologist watched showed my abnormal electrical flow became normal during exercise and how long it stayed that way depended on the frequency of my exercise (that last part was from a 30 day heart monitor test). What I found out two years later from one of the cardiologists nurses was while I was having that first EKG in his clinic he'd called Dr. _______ and berated him, called his actions and words unprofessional bordering on incompetent, his lack of empathy disgusting, and questioned his abilities as a doctor. He also filed a report about this with State Medical Board.

There is nothing more awful then when a doctor tells you "you're fine" when you know you aren't.

When I was pregnant, in one of my exams, the doctor (femalè) asked me how I was feeling. So, I decided to 😊tell her the truth - my back hurt, my feet hurt, any I was tired all the time. She replied, "You do want this baby , don't you??" It shut me up real quick and I felt ashamed. This was 35 years ago and I still remember the comment and the feeling. This was simply one of several comments made by different doctors at different times over the years and each one has stuck with me and made me feel ashamed, starting at age 15 with my first pap and breast exam, by a Black male doctor (I'm Black).😔

Mine was -- as a kid i had "anger issues" due to a disruptive home life and parents not understanding how to parent an introverted almost-teenager. I had a social worker who said that my "anger issues" were caused by a hormonal imbalance and that I should be put on birth control. My doctor then agreed with no tests, after I filled out a depression quiz thing that clearly pointed towards me being a depressed person, that I should go on birth control to help with my "anger issues caused by hormonal imbalance" -- needless to say, it took until my 20s to actually get proper therapy and a doctor that had the time to listen to get properly diagnosed with ADHD, proper medications, and so on.

Had a friend lose twins that were born prematurely. One of the nurses just offered to wash her hair after the ordeal, purely as a kind gesture. I figured it was good to hear a heartwarming story after so many downer comments.

I had my first smear and the lady was so lovely, she was admiring my leg tattoos for a while then when she started the exam and lifted the paper covering me, she went "ooh I shouldve expected decorations here too" 😂 I'm heavily pierced and tattooed and was nervous about that but her calling it decoration was kind of adorable! Like she was an older woman, i was thinking she would make a rude comment or some thing but she made it a much better experience than I was expecting

Former teacher. Yes, we get a (usually working) lunch break; yes, we get a planning period; no, we don’t have time to pee. I would go 8+ hours without going to the bathroom, while drinking coffee and water all day. It actually took me several years to be able to force myself to pee more often once I left teaching.

For the longest time I struggled with infertility and loss, one appointment that followed closely behind one loss the doctor said "congratulations, you ARENT pregnant!" I called my sister bawling in the middle of the night...

Went to a GYN when my periods suddenly stopped at 34, along with horrible hot flashes and night sweats, severe fatigue, and more. I told him it all felt like my hormones were way out of whack and I was worried it was premature ovarian failure. His response was “you’re too young for that,” “you’re just overweight and that can mess with things,” “you’re not in your 20s anymore, you aren’t going to feel the same,” and my favorite “this is normal aging.” He refused to even test for anything. Ten months later, many useless appointments later, another doctor finally diagnosed me with, shock, premature ovarian failure as part of a larger polyendocrine autoimmune disorder, also affecting my pancreas, my adrenals, and my thyroid. Yeah, there was a lot of hormonal things out of whack. I hate going to doctors, and go in anxious about being believed every time. Because I’ll be damned if I’m going to be blown off as a fat woman hysterical about aging ever again.

I had a miscarriage and the NP at the hospital told me not to cry "because it wasn't really a baby" and "we aren't sure you even really pregnant. Sometimes people just naturally have high pregnancy hormones." When the doctor came in later he was shocked and said, "no you were definitely pregnant." He was very kind. She was not.

Here's a fun one: "It's all in your head." I was 21 at the time, knee was swollen and red, I couldn't walk and was in a wheelchair and crutches. Every day was intense pain. This kept happening and I had to move to a large city to be diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis. I remember what my nurse told me from my bone density scan: "You should have a few dark spots on your bones and that'll tell us if there's something wrong." Everything below my neck was basically dalmation mode from the amount of spots that I had. Years later, I'm 31 this year and I have it managed incredibly well but I'm still incredibly livid at that doctor for seeing the state I was in and telling me it was all imagined.

I was newly pregnant, working 12 hours a day, and started bleeding. I was scared and giving myself anxiety attacks so I went to the ER since it was so late, the doctor looked at me and said “Well what do you expect me to do about it? I can’t stop it.” Same guy came in when my friend got her lip pierced, it got hit right after it was done and it was so swollen and I told him he needed to be careful because she is a heavy bleeder. He asked me her diagnosis and I said well idk her diagnosis but I do know she has low iron and she bleeds a lot. He said leave that up to the doctor. He took the piercing out and blood shot everywhere and he couldn’t get it to stop. He had to go get another doctor to cauterize it and a nurse to calm her down when he said he couldn’t get it to stop and gauze to hold on it, if only he had known beforehand so he could prepare. And if I was wrong what would it have hurt to prepare in case? 🙄

I actually had my gynecologist say something that made me feel a lot better during my very first appointment with her. She told me "I'm sure you're very important to the people in your life, but your vagina is not special to me" and as someone who's never been to a gynecologist before, it made me laugh and really relaxed me

When I was 13, my psychologist told me: "Did you ever consider that your mother don't love you because you are just unlovable?" I never went back, I straight up refused to go back into this doctor's office.

When I was 4 I was in a car accident which left scarring on my face. By the time I was a preteen it had faded and I didn't think anything of it because I had the evil acne to deal with. Later in my early 40s I had severely injured my back and one of the "doctors" I was referred to was a chiropractor (I didn't know better at the time). The first thing he said to me was "Those scars on your face must make you really self conscious. Do you have self esteem issues because of them?". What? I hadn't even thought about them for over 30 years. It took me several years to stop worrying about them again.

I developed EOE (an allergy-like condition) when I was four. Despite my screaming and crying in pain, along with intense pain and anxiety around eating, no doctor bothered to refer me to GI until I moved to a different state. None of them believed me, and my mother was told every single time that I was manipulating her in order to get my favorite foods and special treatment. My new doctor was shocked at the other doctors' behavior, and explained that I had a likelihood of being put on tube feeding if the condition persisted without treatment.

When I was 17, I was very depressed. I went to the pediatrician's office and they made me do a PHQ, the doc came in and said "your answers point strongly towards MDD, but I don't get that when I'm talking to you, you seem like a happy young girl! Are you sure you filled this out correctly?" This lead me to downplay my own depression and not get treatment. In the same visit she also congratulated me for losing a lot of weight when I was actually suffering from an eating disorder

I have had some bad doctors, but worst I've personally had, was when I was attending rehab after I was paralysed, and as part of my team I had a psychologist. The first time I saw her, I sat there and explained how I became paralysed and she said "I'm surprised you haven't committed suicide already, I would've if I was you" - that broke me

A few years ago I had been going through a lot of testing for a mysterious mass in my abdomen. We were suspecting it was cancer but didn't have it confirmed at the time. Now, I was going to a children's hospital but because my mass was on my ovaries, I had to go to a different hospital for the surgery and removal. Cue later, me and my mom get a call from the adult hospital and at some point we're asked "Does your [children's hospital] doctor want to be your chemo doctor?" I'm happy it happened to me and not someone else because as soon as the call ended I was dying of laughter.

One thing that I a was told and hated being told is that my pain didn’t exist and that I should stop getting to the ER. It feels so frustratingly sad to not being believed when you’re literally crying because of pain.

I once saw my doctor as I had "jock itch" by my groin/genital area. He prescribed me a antifungal oral medication and lamisil cream. I asked isn't lamisil for athletes foot? He replied it's also great for athletes balls. 🤣

My husband was in the hospital dying and they told me to prepare for his final expenses. Like he was a bill and not a human. He ended up making it but it was a horrible experience.

I had biopsies taken in January and was waiting for results. The consultant phoned me up and said "ah yes, as I thought, you've cancer"!!! Like wtf!!!! Didn't even ask if id anyone with me 😮😮I'm still traumatised by the whole thing. I'd an appointment then to go see him face to face. I arrived to find it'd been cancelled (no call then) and new appointment for 11th of March. On 5th I got phone call to say I was in for surgery on the 8th!!!!! So not only was my diagnosis blurted out over the phone but I didn't even get to see anyone before I went into surgery!!!!! I've an appointment now on Monday (if it's not cancelled) and I've a list of questions to ask, some which should have been answered before I even had any surgery!!!! Welcome to the UK and the NHS!!!!!

Had a doctor once verbally debate me about refilling my 30 day Hypertension Medication that was lost in moving homes after only having 10 more days to refill anyway, but there was ABSOLUTELY NO debate nor questioning of the man who needed a refill on his 90 day supply of medicine in 20 days.

As a divorced woman, I really appreciate that Dr. Mike doesn’t apologize. One time someone asked “do I say I’m sorry or congrats?” I laughed and said “congrats” (but that might not be the best response for many people)

A few years ago, I went to the ER for uncontrollable vomiting (I was projectile vomiting stomach acid) and abdominal pain. I couldn't hold down water and was very dehydrated. When I am vomiting like that, everything hurts. It feels like I've done 100 ab crunches. The ER doctor came in and saw on my chart that I had gastroparesis (paralyzation of the stomach - so a lot of my food doesn't digest and will come up and/or will rot in my stomach because it's not moving normally, andfi you can imagine having the worst stomach flu you have ever had - it's kinda like that) and will come back up, even days later. He also saw me vomiting into a basin with bright red blood in my vomit because my throat was so irritated from all of the acid. First, he thought I was a drug seeker, even though I'm still vomiting and my blood pressure was super high from the pain, and then he told me that GP didn't hurt after half listening to my symptoms. I was in horrible pain and was miserable but, even though I was sick enough to be in the ER, I had to advocate and fight for myself because I did NOY want that in my chart. He didn't even really want to examine me until I said somthing about it. I asked him if nerve damage in the knee hurt (keep in mind, I keep vomiting, no meds on board yet) and he replied yes. I asked him if nerve damaged in someone's back would hurt and again, he said yes. I asked him, then why wouldn't GP hurt if it's vagus nerve damage? He looked at me for a few minutes and replied,"I've never thought of it like that before. " I wanted to facepalm but he did order me meds after that. I know doctors get a lot of drug seeking patients - but they shouldn't judge who comes into the ER. Drug addicts can still have emergencies too. I just don't like to be labled a drug seeker because of my chronic illness and autoimmune issues. Sorry for the novel but it just bothers me to this day, and if I Have to go to the ER, I always go to the same one, who has all of my records. I don't doctor shop or go to different ERs and I really don't like to fight for medical care when I'm sick enough to go to the ER but I learned early on that you have to advocate for youself.

When I was born, a nurse kept asking my parents if they wanted me, and if she could have me instead... I can only wonder what my life could've been like.

Growing up i uad so many health problems. From chronic insomnia to depression and bad food allergies along with violent mood swings. My mom took me to many doctors and the way she describes it they just wrote everything off because i wasnt exibiting symptoms while I was in front of them and they basically just said she was over protective or exaggerating. Finally a friend of my grandmother recommended her doctor. He actually listened to my mom, and while he couldn't do everything as a GP, he was able to refer me to others who actually helped. He's also the one who first started me on an antidepressant. That man literally saved my life.

I self-admitted myself to the ER for mental health reasons. When I was asked how I planned on hurting myself, I said "Most likely with pain pills". The nurse looked at me and he said "Oh that's the WORSE way to do it, organ failure is miserable". I honestly find it hysterical when I think back on it. P.S. I'm also doing better now

I had a gynaecologist suggest I get pregnant to cure my ovarian cyst. I was 15 at the time. When I was 17 and he diagnosed me with endometriosis he again suggested I could get pregnant to fix it, then handed me a pamphlet about endo that said that while some people experience less pain while pregnant that is generally temporary and it can be harder to get pregnant. Even if getting pregnant was a reliable guaranteed cure for either condition, there is no scenario where recommending teen pregnancy is ok.

the worst thing a doctor said to me was: "your child has cancer, but don't worry its a good cancer" then a few months later "your child isn't getting any better like wee had hoped your child will need a bone marrow transplant but were not sure she will make it through the conditioning...... don't cry, its a good thing" whilst my child was sat next to me

I got off work one day feeling like I was about to faint and my chest and both arms were tingling so much to the point of pain. I was also short of breath and had an elevated heart rate, therefore I was under the impression I was having a heart attack or something else related to my heart. So I asked my mom to drive me to the ER. After several tests and scans and whatnot, a nurse came in and explained that the doctor was busy so he was gonna give me my diagnosis. He tells me the results of everything came back normal and that it was just anxiety. Then he felt it necessary to add, "I was in the Iraq War and watched my brothers in arms die. What do you have to be anxious about?" I was too stunned to speak and my anxiety got worse at those words. I have major anxiety due to childhood trauma.

A gynecologist told me that I didn't love myself because I had gone without shaving and even recommended therapy. I had told her that I suffered from very bad boils every time I shaved and I had even apologized in advance, but she didn't listen or care and assumed that I didn't love myself. I was young and it affected me a lot at the time.

When i was 16, i was in the hospital for suicidal ideation. The doctor at the time told me that i was being very selfish. That honestly made me feel worse and more suicidal. The worst part was i lived in an abusive household at the time. My attempt was basically a cry for help.

My mom has crippling back pain. She did an MRI and we then went to talk with a specialist doctor. Turns out her back is fine. When she then asked why her pain is still there, He said her pain could be "imaginary"... He saw my mom limp inside the room. Absolute disgusting behaviour

I am in hospice with my mother who is passing from cancer I’ve been at her bedside the whole time she gets Dilaudid every hour I had no idea it was that strong! Makes me wonder just how bad her pain is… nurses here are extremely sweet people no issues with anything they say great but the hospital drs and nurses where extremely rough on my mother and not in any way interested in helping her they way they seen it as a waste of time because she is dying made her feel like a burden! Have never been more angry in my life made it very clear I was not happy with the care she got very thankful the hospice had a bed ready for my mom and welcomed her with open arms they have cared for her in such a way that she is constantly comfortable and not feeling any pain she is finally peaceful I am extremely grateful for the nurses here they are a blessing they have become like family to mom and I mom is beyond grateful for them especially after her experience with hospital

I was in the hospital post suicide attempt, and an older lady nurse stepped in with the most stern expression I'd ever seen. She started asking me "so why did you do it?" and telling me that she had suffered a far worse life than I could ever imagine. I was 16 and unable to breathe or speak through my drug overdose. Only after she was done berating me did she give me an oxygen mask 🙁

At 25, I was going through months of severe anxiety and a serious mental breakdown... I told my doctor at the time and his exact words were, "To be honest with you, I don't really care." I remember because I think it's possibly the worst thing anyone has ever said to me. Luckily I changed doctors, and now I have an awesome doctor and I have the medication I need to live a normal life again. (I'm 35 now)

I’ve had stomach problems most of my life. My first gastroenterology visits after leaving my pediatric doctor, I was explaining symptoms and treatments I’d had thus far. I don’t remember what was said but we were talking about my use of antacids. She said, “well you can either get esophageal cancer from your stomach acid or your antacids, which one do you want?” A decade later, I still don’t have real answers for what is wrong with my digestive system. But, I’ll never forget that.

When I was sick with post partum depression I went to the doctor to get paperwork for sick leave so that my husband could be home with me and the kids. The doctor didn't understand me and said "go home and take care of your kids like every other mom". I went out of there sobbing and got help from a nurse (thank god)

I had a cervical biopsy on March 17 one time, and the doctor looked up from between my legs and said “I bet you never thought you’d get pinched *there* on St. Patrick’s Day.” The med student who was observing looked at me like “Oh, God, this guy’s gonna end my career before it even starts.”

So to add something positive... I had the same primary physician from age 4-20. Small town too, so I'd see him at church, around town, etc. I'm 26, just left my ex-husband, kids and i just moved back in with my parents. I come down with bronchitis, so I of course go to see him. He diagnoses me and gives me a prescription, then asks me "So what happened? Are you ok?" I tried to blow him off but he sincerely cared. He was the first person who told me that what I had been experiencing was abuse. ❤️

A doctor I had years back, always told me that my heart was "boring". I took that as a good thing.

When I was at my worst mentally, I was diagnosed with PTSD from abusive trauma at a young age, from a psychologist. When I saw a doctor about getting anti-depressants, i was told that the psychologist was wrong because I was "Too young to have PTSD" and refused to prescribe me anti-depressants. I left that clinic and seeked out the head doctor and told them what he said, and the head checked my records and saw my PTSD assessment. He prescribed the medication, and I found out later that he was soon released from his job as he'd apparently done this before.

You’d be surprised how many doctors have said to me during an exam “looks fine, your tonsils aren’t swollen” I had my tonsils taken out 12 years ago

I actually had a urologist (at the University of Minnesota) “jokingly” tell me that if I masturbated, it would make me go blind. I wanted to raise serious concerns with him about a range of topics like postcoital dysphoria, but after that frat joke I wasn’t in the mood 🤷‍♂️😳

Every time I go to the doctor to get blood work i have to make jokes about all my scar tissue "the scar tissue is there for a reason! It's a good spot!😂 " some react positively, some get weirded out that im making fun of my own track marks. From a recovering heroin addict themself, your commentary on that portion was nice to hear and see ❤

Before I had my DAVF surgery, I was sent to a lot of doctors to run all kinds of tests. After I've had the second Bell's Palsy of my life, my doctor told me to just go to another part of the hospital to run some tests, nothing more. I went in, they told me to sit, then asked, "Have the doctor told you what the test is about and how it works?" me: "... no?" them: "We're going to put needles into your face!" I almost fainted.😂

“It’s just normal female issues and pain.” -it was an autoimmune disease. “You’re depressed? Just go for a walk.” -I have an autoimmune disease which impacts my brain. I exercise regularly. I just love having my issues dismissed. 🙄. This is partially why I don’t trust doctors and I’ll google how to “fix” myself before I see any doctor

I’m a teacher and I’ve heard the bladder comment while getting an ultrasound. Many of us do not get guaranteed lunch breaks, and we cannot use the restroom while we have a classroom full of students, so we hold our bladder the entire workday. One of my colleagues got a kidney stone in her mid twenties, and the doctor said that he sees many kidney stones in teachers and nurses for this reason.

I have a skin condition that to this day remains undiagnosed, but a couple of years ago I went to a dermatologist to see what was really happening. He ask me to take of my jacket and face the wall so he could see something ( I was with my mom and very much safe physically at that moment btw, but I was also A MINOR) He said that "well if you cut the sugar and carbs and processed foods it will make it better an would also make my figure more *pleasant*". The catch is: I was dealing very clearly and obviously with an ED and my mom even said that but he thought we were lying and it wasn't that bad. Needless to say I've never came back and just gave up on having it diagnosed even though it's really uncomfortable and keeps getting worse through the years.

The first time I had a seizure I was in my mid 20s and obviously freaked out. But I was born with a genetic disorder that could have always led to seizures, I just weirdly didn't have that side effect until one day I did. The family practice doc who saw me after asked what the genetic disorder I had was. I told her and she went 😶😶😶 "Well, idk anything about that. But I do know common triggers for seizures, how you can expect to feel over the next few days, what medication we'll start you on for the seizures, warnings for if another one is coming and warnings if this medication isn't helping. I ALSO know an amazing neuro specialist who deals with more rare disorders" I FREAKING LOVED HER! Ive dealt with so many doctors who pretend to know about ny diagnosis and who tried to force testing on me because if nothing else, I was just a small page in a medical text book and they were curious. I loved that she was like "here's what I definitely know" and noped out of the rest. I trusted her as my primary because she'd proven that she was totally fine with calling in help if she didn't know so I felt I could trust her when she told me what she did know. ❤

I've had that "you're not depressed, it's just your personality" one before too. I've also had "There's a thing on the MRI that we only see in people who have had a stroke but you're too young to have had a stroke" (I was 27). A year later, another MRI and another Doctor tells me I have indeed had a mini-stroke.

I was an RN and had an older patient who had just undergone a lumpectomy. The doctor came in to tell her and her family the results and it was positive for breast cancer and that the patient would need a mastectomy. Of course, the patient began to cry and the family members were all highly emotional. The doctor then told the patient, “I don’t know why you’re so upset. It’s not like you’re using them anymore.” Then he left with a shocked and pissed off patient and family.

Told my doctor that I think I may have an eating disorder. He had no clue what the disorder was, looked at my charts, told me, "Well your vitamins look fine," and proceeded to tell me I was overweight. ARFID... the eating disorder was ARFID.

"cars don't fix themselves but people do!" 😂 As a mechanic myself I think this is gold. Thanks for the vid and thank you for pointing out how messed up the system is.

I went with my plus sized wife to the Dr about an issue she was having with her knee after an injury. He was dismissive and invalidating of her pain and instead told her "if you are carrying around the equivalent of a teenager in excess fat, you have to expect some pain". For the rest of our marriage, she refused to go back to any Doctor again after that hurtful and disrespectful interaction. He made the whole profession feel unsafe for her. I was so livid on her behalf.

When I inquired about a hysterectomy after a decade of agony from endometriosis and my first loss, my gyno refused it as an option because, "my future husband might want children someday." I also have seizures and the combo makes the odds of me ever carrying to term nearly impossible, which she knew at the time.

Had a doctor once refuse to sign me off medically for a freediving course (pool only) that I had already paid for and needed for a job. Pretty early level stuff and I’d already done the previous level before. She didn’t ask any questions about the course first, just started really bluntly rattling off reasons she thought I shouldn’t do it and none of them sat right with me. She even tried to use my autism as a reason. But when I tried to give her more info to change her mind, she got really annoyed and basically said if I know so much more than her, why was I even asking her to sign the forms? That it was stupid to bring them etc. She was so harsh about it and sounded so annoyed with me. I ended up crying and she wasn’t very sympathetic, and later an actual diving medic signed me off with no problem after a proper discussion.

I had hyperemisis. First Obgyn said welcome to pregnancy when I told I was throwing up 10 plus times a day. I would eat to throw up as the dry heaving hurt so much. I was dry heaving 20 plus times. It got worse. Second Obgyn (my brother called and begged him to take me as he wasn’t faking new patients) saved my life. Immediately admitted me to hospital for dehydration. Put me on two anti-vomit meds.

One time I went to a gynaecologist who asked if I ever considered plastic surgery in my labia. I asked if anything was medically wrong with it and she said no, it just could look prettier. Yeah, thanks. I’ve never thought my labia was not “pretty” 😂

I was diagnosed with Lupus at the ripe old age of 14. Due to my circumsdtances, I qualified for for disability payments through the SSA and some services through Medicaid. I don't take any of that for granted... I know there are others who aren't able to get the help they need. Anyway, one day I was at my primary care physician's office. After my exam, she turned to me and said, "Don't you think you've used enough of the disability payments? You should really stop having this pain and let someone else use these services. Plus, you should really stop being depressed." It was such a hurtful and bizarre statement, I didn't know what to do. She was quite cold and hateful. I turned to her and said, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about. You just lost yourself a patient." I left and never went back.

The worst thing I've heard wasn't said to me but my father. My dad had cancer, I ended up taking up all medical related issues. I would take him to his doctor's, pick up prescriptions, things like this. I remember we were at his oncologist, and the doctor asked how my dad was feeling, and my dad replied that he was feeling OK all things considered. The doctor replied, "that's good, frankly I'm shocked you're even alive at this point, and chuckled after that. My dad ended up living a few more years after that, but eventually he did pass. That comment still passes me off even to this day though. My dads cancer was not your entertainment.

My family and I are pretty sure ASD runs in my family. My mom told me that way back when I was little, she heard stuff about ASD and brought it up to my pediatrician. He responded with a very annoyed “There’s nothing wrong with her.” Regardless if I have ASD or not… Wow.

One of the worst doctors I ever got referred to was a pain management specialist who had received relevant medical files about my health conditions but didn't read them. Instead, he questioned me about my medical history, kept asking me "How do you KNOW you have that", and then started asking me some of the questions one would use to diagnose anxiety. Unfortunately for him, I was in my fourth year of my honours degree in psychology, and my specialization was personality and behaviour disorder diagnosis, so I knew exactly where he was going with these questions. I listed off all of the diagnostic criteria for anxiety and how I didn't meet it, and then told him to focus on the reason I was there: pain management.

Oh I’ve got one. I found a lump under my left arm that was growing and painful. I went to a surgeon who looked at it and said “we’re gonna have to put her to sleep”. Like I was a dog. Nevertheless he was overdue for retirement 😂

I decided to watch one of your videos after not really watching for a little bit because my chronic illness, which was thought to be under control, has gotten bad again and I used to watch you in some of my worse times to make me smile while waiting for my doctor's appointment. You made me smile as much this time as you did during my worst flare up years ago. Thank you for that, I needed it.

This was when I had recently been released from the mental hospital from experiencing psychosis. I was going through an incredibly stressful time and my brain basically.. snapped. I literally thought my family were demons and I was in hell. I know it wasn’t real but my brain did not. Thankfully from an antipsychotic injection I started to come back to my senses however my time in the mental ward was hell. Once I was released and attending therapy, I was scheduled to see my psychiatrist. I was on the verge of tears because I was still in a very fragile state, it was hard to even navigate using my phone to set up the video call but I was able to ask him questions like how long I would be on this medication because it was making me feel worse from side effects and if I’d be okay. Because I felt like a zombie. Basically I was looking for any support. This man stares at me with a dead look while snacking on peanuts and says “Yes, you will still have to take the medication. No, they’re all the same (there are MANY other options if one medicine doesn’t agree with you). Do you want to go back to the psych ward? Because that’s what will happen. No? Okay then” after I ended the call I broke down crying. Needless to say he’s not my psychiatrist anymore.

For YEARS I was told by multiple doctors that I was too young for the symptoms that I was complaining about. I now know that I have had a genetic condition since birth that caused all of those problems and no I wasn't too young for it. It took 10 years of fighting to finally get my diagnosis of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and I sometimes think that I wouldn't be as sick as I am if doctors had listened to me when I was younger.

When I was a teenager my doctor put that I was hot in my files. I was 14. I found out later after I had them transferred elsewhere. That's not the worst thing that has ever happened with a doctor, but from an early age, I learned not to trust male doctors because of the way I was treated after going through puberty early (about 12 years old).

Being treated in psychiatry since childhood I've had a number of wild declarations, but the strangest was a psychiatrist I saw twice after being discharged from long-term hospitalization with a bipolar diagnosis. Upon my second 15-minute appointment with him, he confidently declared that I was in "the same mood as last time" and therefore wasn't bipolar. Didn't see this guy again after that. Still bipolar today, unsurprisingly.

When I was pregnant with my third a student doctor took my blood pressure and it was quite high. He let the doctor know and both came in and the doctor told me "I understand it can be high when we find someone attractive and get nervous".

I went in for my 40 week check up with my first baby. He checked my cervix and said I was only at a one and that I might not dilate more because I had a “lousy cervix” 😂 I discontinued my care with him so fast and found a different office to take me. It was kind of hilarious to call and ask if they were accepting new patients and when they asked my due date I had to say “today”. They laughed so hard when I told them my last OB diagnosed me with a lousy cervix! Long story short, I had a 9lb baby vaginally a few days later. My cervix was a rockstar! 😂🎉

Depression being personality made me fondly remember my old psychiatrist’s quip “I can’t medicate you out of a sh*tty situation” when I wanted to up my bipolar meds because of bad work situation. I’ve kept that in mind when I have depressive episodes and ask myself if it’s the disease or if there’s actually situational changes I should be making. Miss that guy - I moved it off state so couldn’t see him anymore, but he genuinely cared.

I have clinical depression and when I was in hs the assessment they make you take had me at high ranks and she said why are are you depressed? You don’t have bills to pay

10:42 “you can’t tell someone what their mood is” *THANK YOU* !! I have had people around me try to tell me what I’m feeling and it’s so annoying/frustrating.

In this case, the doctor is the patient. I used to be the lab manager for an independent lab and collection facility. During the pandemic, 80% of what we did was take samples amd run tests for COVID-19. I was called to the front because this guy was yelling at the woman who worked the front desk saying that we were trying to give him the wrong test. He screamed, "I am a doctor! I know what I'm talking about! And the airline clearly requires a NAAT, not a PCR?" I shot back, "You mean a nucleic acid amplification test, which is a category of molecular testing that includes polymerase chain reaction?" "Um, well, um..." "You are a medical doctor, I am molecular scientist. Stop yelling at my staff; you are not allowed to speak to anyone here except me. I might be still willing to take your sample personally, run your PCR which is a type of NAAT, and give you the results in time for your flight." The amount of doctors during the pandemic that had no clue what they were talking about regarding COVID-19 was truly staggering.

My grandfather had suffered with chronic abdominal pain for a while and lost a lot of weight without trying. He kept going to his GP and was constantly getting turned away. On his final visit to the GP he was told “Mr Harding, your problem is you’ve lived too long”. I say final appointment because a week later he was dead. He had cancer in his stomach which spread everywhere AND leukaemia. He was 76 and could’ve lived much longer if he’d been seen.

I've had a lot of awful experiences and terrible things said to me, as someone with mental health issues and chronic conditions, but I think I'll leave a fun one instead. I was getting an abdominal ultrasound and the doctor stops and looks at me and says "Do you mind if I bring some students in? Your organs are almost straight out of the textbook, it'd be a great opportunity for them." I still think of that and brag about my textbook organs LMAO

Mt husband suffered from MDS which is terminal. Bone marrow produces jagged blood cells so they cannot move around the body. It is terminal and whilst in hospital for sepsis, the doctor on rounds looked at my husband and said you are obese and should go on a diet. This disease causes sever swelling of the liver which makes for an extended stomach. The very next day the next doctor on the rounds said my husband should stop drinking and he would not end up in hospital wasting NHS funds. He died a few months later. I have absolutely no faith in the medical profession in the UK.