Bedside Manner Who?, Part 2
This was over twenty-five years ago. I remember I was having a lot of joint pain, especially in my foot. I was a young person, maybe six years old, so we thought it might be growing pains, but for whatever reason, we decided to go to the doctor.
All I really remember is the utter shock I felt when the doctor broke down yelling at me.
Doctor: “You are just stressed out! You just need to learn to handle change better!”
My mom was standing behind me to the right. I was sitting on the top step of a small step ladder for some reason, in the middle of the room. The doctor, a woman I had never met, was towering in the doorway yelling at us — at me. My mom put her hand on my right shoulder, but otherwise, we were frozen; neither of us is confrontational.
The doctor continued to demand that I “grow up” and “learn to cope with the world,” and insisted that I was only in pain because I wouldn’t accept change and that it was in my head.
At that point, I made eye contact with my mom, and we silently agreed to leave, ducking under the doctor’s arm and sliding sideways through the door to leave.
After, I asked my mom why the doctor had said that, and she just shook her head.
Imagine demanding that a six- or seven-year-old grow up and learn to cope with change.
Anyway, it turns out I have hypermobility and fibromyalgia unless I’ve been misdiagnosed. I have joint pain all the time, still.
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