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lesfemale:

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lesfemale:

being a female means needing to see 10 different doctors to get a proper diagnosis because they always think you’re exaggerating and/or lying

define proper diagnosis. I mean, does that just mean the diagnosis you want?

no :) it means going to 10 different doctors who disbelieved your symptoms until the 11th found cysts on your ovaries :) which may mean infertility :) sit on a cactus :)

or being told not being able to walk up a flight of stairs without fainting/not being able to stay awake for more than 5 hours was ‘anxiety’ until finally the 5th doctor you saw diagnosed ur CFS/ME

It’s not getting proper treatment for over a decade because people think another female only disease isn’t real. And your insurance still does not cover your prescription even though it’s the only one you can take.

Dismissing symptoms for three years before finally sending you to a specialist and suddenly everything is happening very very fast because it is so obviously cancer.

Being constantly hounded to “just lose 5 or 10 pounds” when you came in for a fucking bronchial infection. Being talked over when you try to emphasize the fact that, not only did you not come in to talk about your weight, you are also recovering from an eating disorder.

The amount of eye rolls and shitty recommendations I got from doctors when trying to find the cause of my sexual pain was astounding.

It’s almost going blind after a years worth of appointments that culminated in the doctor telling me to “come back when you have a real problem” and finally getting referred to a specialist that found that I had spinal fluid pooling in my brain and pressing on my optic nerve causing me to slowly go blind.

Going to the emergency room over and over again, because of severe abdominal pain, vomiting after meals, and weight lose. Having a doctor not talk to you, but your father instead. Then being put on anti-psychotics (the doctor said they were anti-anxiety), after the doctor tells your father that you’re faking it for attention. Going back to the emergency room a year later in so much pain you’re delirious, only to be left there for hours, because they still think you could be faking it. Only to find out that you have gallbladder pancreatitis and it’s gotten so bad that emergency surgery is the only option and you almost die because NO ONE took you seriously because not only were you female but your were a teenager.

I believe all this

My maternal grandmother died because doctors decided that because her husband had hiatus hernia and she had the same symptoms, they both had hiatus hernia, because apparently a physical tear can somehow be passed on from husband to wife. Not only did they refuse to believe her constant insistence that no, something was really wrong, because she was “only a woman” but they wouldn’t listen to my grandfather either. She died in the hospital of a heart attack two hours before they finally scheduled an ECG. This wasn’t “She didn’t know she had heart disease.” She and her husband both knew something was badly wrong and knew it was her heart. (How, I don’t know, my grandfather never went into huge details, but I’m guessing she was getting very short of breath, etc).

She died because the fucking doctors wouldn’t listen to her. It took me until my thirties to trust a doctor again. (My mother claims she didn’t tell me what happened…I was thirteen…to keep that from happening, but funny, I wasn’t terrified of doctors and hospitals before. I figure I subconsciously overheard a conversation).

I was misdiagnosed with anorexia and almost died when I lost 20+ pounds with no explanation, then sent to the Transformation Center because the doctor who misdiagnosed me said I had body image issues and had anorexia, only to be evaluated by a psychologist there and told I didn’t have body image issues and going to the ER a week later and diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis.
I’m a female and my doctor immediately looked at my weight loss and my symptoms and diagnosed me with anorexia, simply because I’m a female.