Felt depressed, low energy, not putting on muscle despite biking. Family practice doc said let’s test your testosterone. Ok, it was low, very low. He checked my TSH and then prescribed testosterone replacement therapy. I was young and worried about having kids. He said that the T would not affect my sperm count. My wife said he needed to run a few more tests, but he dismissed her A few years later we’re looking at adoption, because surprise, the T made me infertile. We decided to pause the adoption process and my wife went to med school. During which she was vindicated and I went to a proper endocrinologist, who put me on HCG and now we have 3 kids.

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

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

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

“It’s not whooping cough. Sure, you have all the symptoms of whooping cough and live in an area with an active whooping cough outbreak, doesn’t matter, I don’t think it’s whooping cough.”

multiple visits later in a single week as symptoms worsen

“Fine, here’s a prescription for amoxicillin, you hypochondriac, but I don’t think it will do anything for you.”

whooping cough clears up completely

I do trust medical science but that experience was easily the worst of my adult life. Whooping cough is no joke, folks.

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

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

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

TLDR: I ran around for a month with a bone on the wrong side of my wrist.

Your story is quite something. Can’t beat that.

For mine:
I suspect my orthodontist messed up my jaw as my bite is now skewed to one side (left is deeper than right).
Reason for why: I got removable braces (was/am afraid of glued braces in regards to feeling and social stigma) and they had a bridge in the back. Since the resting position of the tongue is around where the the metal wire bridge was it cut into the sides and I probably compensated by lowering my tongue position.
If I swallow the accumulated saliva I’d push the tip of my tongue against my front teeth and by that pushing apart the gap between my jaw rows.
The orthodontist obviously denied it but I am still thinking about that. and it would all add up…

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

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

A woman I know, younger than 30, received the “husband stitch” after giving birth. She does not trust medical professionals, and I don’t blame her.

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

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

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

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

I’ve had eczema all my life. Mostly on my face/arms/legs, whenever exposed (summer/winter). Have been prescribed a shitton of steroid-based ointments. That never worked. From GP to dermatologists, they never knew coz “eczema can’t be explained”, so they always “assumed” stuff, blaming the heat, the cold, the dust, the sun, the water, too much soap, too little soap (calling me dirty).

Not once did they (offer me to) test for allergies. Just assumed it was something unexplainable. Just live with it.

Even been called a liar when I told them those steroid-based ointments actually make it worse.

I moved to another country, still had this eczema. Worse actually. 1 GP visit and an allergy test later it appears I have a mold allergy.

Doesn’t help I have lived and still live in an even more humid environment. Rain is the worst, because the spores come out. But with the help of some anti-histamines I have been eczema free for a few years. Mold thrives on steroids, so I avoid that.

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

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

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

Extremely unprofessional.

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

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

It happened at Trinity Health Hospital in Minot North Dakota.

That time in the year 2000 I had gotten extremely ill and I had never felt such peculiar horrific illness in my life, it was like a flu but worse and weirder and I felt like I was going to die because I couldn’t eat I couldn’t stand up, (I’m normally an extremely healthy active person), this went on for a couple weeks and I lived alone which made it impossible to see a doctor because I couldn’t drive myself in that condition, but thankfully I had a spiritually intuitive friend who had a feeling she should call me and thankfully she did and she arranged for one of her friends to drive me to the hospital.

So I saw my primary care physician and he was very dismissive of me. When he came into the room he saw me laying on the crackly paper bed and he insultingly thought I was faking sick and trying to get out of work, and told me to sit up. He mockingly said “oh you’re not feeeeling well?” He troubled himself to run a throat culture on me then sent me home. I was not feeling well enough to go back home and die alone.

The next day my same friend arranged to come pick me up and take me to the emergency room where they admitted me into the hospital.

I was hospitalized for 2 weeks apparently I had cytomegalovirus, and they ran all kinds of tests on me including general anesthesia for throat probe down to my intestines, an eye exam for some reason, but mostly those two weeks were a complete blur to me, I mostly slept all the time.

The husband and son of my friend came to pick me up from the hospital when it was all over, and I was recuperating at home for another week before returning to work, when I got a phone call from my original primary care physician and he said “You know what, your throat culture came back looking a little unusual.”

I’m like

“No shit! I was just hospitalized nearly dead for 2 weeks. Now you’re calling me a month later telling me my throat culture was slightly abnormal? If I’d waited here all that time for your phone call, I wouldn’t have answered the phone because I would’ve been dead. Thanks for nothing.”

I didn’t actually say all those things to them, we don’t think of how to respond to such things until years later.

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

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

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

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