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Can you share with us your story of personal battle with
illnesses, and how you found answers or help? Your story about
what's important when talking to your doctor may help other women .
Or maybe you want to reach out and ask for help regarding how to
talk to your own doctor, or what issues are important to discuss
with him.
If you have a story about
talking to doctors, please share it with us.
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| cathy - okema1956@aol.com | | Comments - I suffer from depression from verbal abuse. I talked to my doctor. I have know him for 20 yrs and felt comfortable talking with him. It was the best thing I ever did. Telling a doctor is important even if you don't think so. If your doctor does not help you find another one. Telling your doctor is a way to start the road to recovery. It is not easy but you can make it if you just take that first step. |
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| Annie - Ladyedu@hotmail.com | | Comments - My Dr. told me that one of the reasons they can't work with practicing in ways that honor a woman who was sexually abused is that his patients to tell him. He needs to know if he can help. Ditto to the other email. |
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| Crissy - clt464@sbcglobal.net | | Comments - I just recently gave birth to my second beatiful child. During my pregnancy I had a pap done which i hadnt had done in a while, because how uncomfortable it is having some one "down there". The pap came back mild dysplasia, which in other words means i had precancerous cells. Nothing could be done because i was pregnant and i had no clue what this was all about so i went on line. Then it all came rushing back to me. The feelings that i had left behind me. The hurt and the pain that i thought i was over. One of the things i read were risk factors. Having sex at a very young age was one of them. After all this time has gone by, he still comes back to haunt me. I recently went through a cholposcopy and a biopsy to see what my now severe dysplasia actually is. The entire time I was in that Dr's office with my feet in those stupid stirups starring at the ceiling while my very good Doctor and his nurse viewed my very very private part, i cried. I cried for that scared little girl that was being forced to come out again. I cried for myself, and my children. The doctor kept asking me if i was ok, if it was hurting and reassuring me that everything was ok. I couldnt do anything but sob. I felt like that little girl underneath her grandfather trying just to breath and not struggle. I havnt discussed any of this with any one not even my doctor. But when i go in for the results i will talk to him about this and my feelings. Maybe that little girl that seems to come out with terrible thoughts and memories will finally get the help that she really needs. |
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