@LonginesPrime
Just to clarify- I don't disagree that it's a traumatic experience.
I just strongly disagree that counselling/psychology support is a waste of time in those situations. It was the missing piece of the puzzle for me as it enabled me to reflect on the part I was playing in not being listened to, which enabled me to take far more control of the situation.
The thing is that the moment counselling/psychological support/medication appears in your notes, everything up to and including your humerus literally protruding out of your back because it's dislocated again is ignored because it's assumed it's all in your head.
It is absolutely a waste of time when you need physical treatment for a physical condition. They wouldn't tell a man with a broken leg 'Oh, that must be very difficult for you. I see that you've had antidepressants before. Would you like a referral to talk to somebody about it or we can give you something that'll help you sleep a bit better and see you again in a month?'.
It's also more of that blame game. Sounds like it was your fault you weren't listened to. Your fault for not saying the right thing. Your fault for not presenting the way they expect to see. Your fault for being ill, female and having the temerity to not be a six foot tall, rugby playing man with a simple injury but expecting to be listened to, taken seriously and not told to run along now, go and tell somebody paid to pretend to care. If you move areas or have a condition that goes into remission, it's likely you're going to be back at square one when it comes to convincing the new GP you're not mentally ill when it flares up again. Because there's a mental health referral on your notes. And you'll be older, so will most likely have the 'perimenopause is known to cause this, take antidepressants and lose some weight' element to contend with.
If you think I'm being belligerent, well yes, I am. Because I've been fucked around, dismissed, accused of having Munchausens by my ex (although he also claimed I willed this verifiable set of physical medical conditions upon myself because I wanted to abuse/control him and qualify for benefits, which would surely mean it was simultaneously real? Fucking twat and his magical thinking) and have sustained permanent damage as a result of patronising wankers as gatekeepers who see the possession of a uterus means it's all imaginary and think it will be fixed by fucking with my brain chemistry to make me docile and compliant and in a vaguely happy blur, rather than dealing with my arsehole immune system (which is marginally more of an arsehole than I am, but not by much, admittedly) and shit genetics.
Even DP knows better than to mutter about reducing stress when I've got more scales than a fucking fish on my hip. Mainly because whilst he'd been told that caused his Psoriasis since a kid, he's also found out how effective actual medications are from seeing me respond so quickly to the right one.
Get me a proper treatment for actual problem, my stress is reduced. Just like that. No fucking with serotonin reuptake, no fucking with noradrenaline, no pissing about with acetylcholine. Sort the immune system shit and immediate physical stuff from having crappy connective tissue and I'm fine. But start fannying around with 'Do you think...you would feel better if...we can give you these off licence but we're not telling you that ...it's your perception causing pain' and you're getting in my way.
Get me treatment for what is actually wrong and mentally, I'm fucking tickety-boo.
It takes a long time to get to the point where you're able to tell a consultant 'Yes, I have heard of that phenomenon where the nerves are firing inappropriately, however, I don't think that really applies when the site changes to match what is currently inflamed, hot and has radiological evidence of injury' or 'Yes, I agree that exercise improves mood and I would love to go back to the gym - yes, I have been a regular for many years - but the issue is that I can't actually walk there right now, so I don't think an aerobics class would be particularly helpful before we've established whether this is tendonitis, bursitis, a stress fracture or a rupture first'. And no amount of badly photocopied worksheets about how to tell your husband that you feel really sad when he doesn't pick his socks up off the floor will help when you actually need an MRI followed by steroids, Physiotherapy and a set of custom orthotics.