“I don’t believe in ADHD, but tell me why you think you have it anyway.”

Followed by

“Sounds like you have ‘smart kid syndrome’ turned into ‘tired mom syndrome.’”

At least he agreed to give me a referral to someone else who knew w*f they were doing.

"Though we can't say for certain, it's highly unlikely that you will ever regain feeling below your waist."

They sure were right!

This was a long time ago, but I broke out in severe hives. A male doctor suggested it was female hysteria from PMS. I was livid! It was an allergic reaction to hair color as it turned out.

OH! Guess that wasn’t the hydrocele I was squeezing!

About my 3yo, whose appointment it was: "he'll never be an athlete." Dr was a developmental pediatrician who we were seeing for my son's mild cerebral palsy. My son was sitting right there.

Ftr, he is 18 now and he is a cyclist and a hiker. He also skateboards, does a little rock-climbing, has done a via ferrata course, kayaks, and has gone caving. Growing up he did gymnastics, parkour, 5 years of special needs AYSO, cross country, and he passed the swimming unit at school. So f**k you very much, Dr.

I had a psychiatrist tell me, “I don’t think you’re autistic; you’re too relatable.”.

In the middle of labour and I say to my baby daddy ' I hope we can make it home in time to watch Walking Dead'

Doesn't this Dr pull his arm out of me and say ' I'll show you The Walking Dead' while wiggling his blood-to-the-elbow covered arm in the air.

Man mos def knew his audience tho.

Having had breast cancer before the current medical philosophy to do double mastectomies on everyone, when I got breast cancer a 2nd time 15 years later, the surgeon walked into the room, grabbed my bare breast in one of his hands and said to me with his face very close to mine "why do you still have these"?

I’m glad you came in today, it’s cancer.


It wasn’t.

I’m currently pregnant and in my third trimester. In my first trimester I injured my back and got a herniated disc to the point I couldn’t get out of bed or use the bathroom. I called every doctor I could think of to try and get some sort of relief or help that would be safe for the baby, which of course wasn’t possible because they’re always too afraid to prescribe anything that early. One doctor finally told me “if you don’t want to k**l your baby then you need to learn to suck it up. Try some deep breathing and herbal tea.”.

He said, "I don't have time to talk to you about this" (meaning the issue for which I had scheduled the appointment) - He said this AFTER standing outside of the room for over 15 minutes talking football with another patient.

It was a larger practice so I stopped at the desk and got the information to file a complaint. As soon as I got home I called my insurance and changed my PCM, as well as filing a complaint about the doctor with them.

"You don't need to get back on anti-depressants, you need a good relapse to get yourself back in the program!"

A psychiatrist I stopped going to. I did get back on anti-depressants and they helped in ways the program never could.

Accused me of watching too much TikTok after requesting hormone panels. Switched doctors and was diagnosed with PCOS.

He told me if i didn't get an abdominal cat scan (several thousand dollars cash pay) he wouldn't treat me. issue resolved by nurse practitioner for $23 including the cost of the office visit.

Laughed in my face when I was 16 asking for a referral to a psychologist because I was severely depressed and said "You think you're depressed? You know nothing about life." I cried so much in front of her out of embarrassment but managed to get that referral. I'm glad I did because I really wanted to end things for myself, that was my last cry for help. Had been struggling since I was aware of myself. That moment was 10 years ago, I'm now in bed with the sweetest 9 month old ever. ❤️.

My therapist. We have a pretty good, comfortable relationship and she knows my sense of humor. Now, i started seeing her after I was in this toxic relationship, and a lot of our sessions had to do with my ex girlfriend. At the end of our session, I ask what my therapist is up to this weekend? She mentions she is going to hang with some of her girl friends. I joke, any of them single? She says, they are not your type. I say, how come? And she says, they are too stable.

Its one of the funniest things I've ever heard. She apologized next session, but no apology needed. I loved it.

Not to me but to my sister “you’re just a teenager, you’re just feeling growing pains”. She had a tumor in her spine.

Edit: She survived. She’s almost 40 now, totally healthy and hasn’t had a reoccurrence since she was in her 20s.

There’s too many to choose honestly 😅

This definitely isn’t the worst, but it was the first, so most memorable.

I went to the ER because I had a sudden onset of severe nausea and abdominal pain that hadn’t subsided in two weeks. I was 13F curled up in the fetal position with my entire body literally quivering from how much pain I was in.

After waiting hours the ER doctor came in. Looked at me. Didn’t exam me. Called me a “nervous ninny” and said I just had anxiety. Before even asking any questions.

We eventually found out I had an intestinal birth defect that has gone undiagnosed. It had caused multiple partial obstructions. Blood flow to my intestine was also compromised so by the time I had surgery my intestinal lining was sloughing off and I was pooping out fleshy chunks.

So yeah. Clearly I was just being over dramatic.

After being in an accident where a vehicle hit me as a pedestrian, the ER doctor said, “well, you walked here so you’re fine” and tried to discharge me. The NP turned around after taking my vitals and went “OP was hit by a car. This is fight or flight syndrome” and then I went unconscious. I apparently made it to the ER before my lung collapsed and then discovered all the other injuries I didn’t know I had thanks to adrenaline.

Not to me, but my dad.

"You have a condition."

"What is it called?"

"What do you want it to be called?"

Turns out that his exposure to agent orange in Vietnam caused him to develop something akin to MS in his 60s. Before then, no doctor had seen it before, but more and more Vietnam vets are showing it these days.

First me then a few days later my mom: "It sounds like a bad cold, just take some tylenol for the discomfort and you'll be fine." He didn't listen to our lungs or take an x-ray.

Turns out it was Legionnaire's disease. I managed to soldier through it on my own sleeping in a recliner so I could breathe, but mom spent a month in the hospital and nearly died. She has permanent lung damage from the incident.

Needless to say we both dumped that doctor after that. Turns out he had a bad reputation for discounting women's complaints because he felt we tend to exaggerate our symptoms.

"Looks like there is a tumor in your brain."

A week later.

"I never said that.".