Help with my doctor shaming story!

Hi everyone!
I’m working on a story about doctor shaming for a national magazine, and I was wanting to see if any of you had any stories you’d like to share. Please feel free to message me through Facebook or email at carrierobin@gmail.com with any experiences. In particular, I’m looking for US women 18-45 who have been shamed by a healthcare provider for:

–taking psych meds (or not wanting to take meds) or having a psychiatric diagnosis
–being a single mom
–having an addition/alcoholism
–having piercings/tattoos

And anything I didn’t mention (yes, I’m talking about fat shaming, and I have talked to several people about that).

Please share!

(Also, I’m working on a NEW POST for you, so stay tuned!)

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3 Responses to “Help with my doctor shaming story!”

  1. I have suffered from anorexia for about 10 years. I was not stick thin yet, just barely a normal BMI (around 2009) but displayed all the classic symptoms of an eating disorder. Through a year of therapy I was able to tell my doctor I have anorexia. His reply, after giving me a once over, “oh no, I’ve seen real anorexics before and they were way worse”. I left the appointment immediately and knew I was going to “be worse”. After seeing so many doctors and therapists trying to help and heal me, that one comment from a “supposed competent doctor” shattered my entire progress. I think he thought I wanted to be a “wannabe”. Well, he never walked the 5-10 miles each day with me; rain, shine, snow or even being late to my grandmother’s funeral. He never sat beside me as a took boxes of laxatives and became so dehydrated I couldn’t stand up. He couldn’t hear the anorexia in my head telling me I was “no good”, “ugly” or “fat”. He never stayed home with me as I tried to hide from the world. He never went with me to the ER for IVs or iron infusions. He never comforted me as a I cried over the decision to have a piece of cheese or drink a glass of water. He never witnessed one of my many meltdowns when I stepped on the scale and it didn’t say what I wanted it to. He never went with me to 2 different inpatient treatment facilities. But every time I made a little progress, the thought of his comment of me “not being that bad” always won. I would eventually get to a weight where I could get discharged, but I have never been able to maintain it once I got home. Well, he will never know the way his words have impacted me and I hope that one day all doctors will treat patients with respect and dignity and keep comments only in relation to what is best for the patient.

  2. I have suffered and struggled with bulimia and BED for 20 years. However my eating disorder wasn’t officially diagnosed till I was 26, I’m now 50. I had all the signs: I was an athlete, my weight fluctuated and I was severely depressed. Now in my recovery journey, I can’t tell you how many times doctors have shamed and humiliated with the things they say to me regarding weight, food and working out. As a result the anxiety that it brings me in going to the doctor is nothing short of a nightmare. Doctors even with their knowing that I’m recovering still remain ill-informed and do not know any of the basics of how to talk and deal with someone with an eating disorder.

  3. I sent you a message on the ED Bites FB page.