A few weeks ago I had an accident, and was taken by kind strangers to A&E. I usually avoid medical stuff like the plague (quite phobic) but was in shock, so didn't argue.
I had a lot of facial injuries and was covered in blood, so it was scary, but they, understandably, were more worried about internal injuries and said I needed a full body CT scan. I actually knew I didn't. I instinctively knew it, but I couldn't remember the few seconds of the accident, so they totally understandably insisted.
Anyway, meanwhile nobody was cleaning my face. I was in total shock, so didn't know who to ask. I was bleeding and desperately wanted the wounds cleaned and dressed. I didn't think I'd need stitches. But anyway, eventually, after the scan results a doctor came to look at my face and said I'd be referred to Maxillofacial for sutures. I was terrified then. I'm not hugely vain, but wanted to look like myself, and he made it sound so serious. I hated the thought of stitches on my face, so asked if they could just glue the wounds in A&E; but they were very reluctant and said it could lead to scarring; so I just thought I'd have to do what he said.
The thing is that he assessed the wounds before they'd been cleaned; and they looked a lot worse. A friend gave me a lift to the maxillofacial place miles away, as no room locally. The following morning, and I'd had the wounds dressed, but not properly cleaned, all night. I was scared to touch.
I was so upset at the idea of stitches in my face due to pre-existing mental health challenges. So was totally away with the fairies.
By then I was swollen and looked much worse.
Anyway, once in, I actually asked if I could have steri-strips instead, and he initially said yes. I explained that stitches would traumatise me for various reasons.
Well, somehow or other, I got talked into it. But actually, after the stitches were done, I realised the deep wounds weren't nearly as big as I thought. I honestly wouldn't have consented if I'd known. I'd have risked little scars. The stitches under my nose got badly infected. They weren't put in till 25 hours after the accident, and I think that's why. I now have a lot of stiff uncomfortable scar tissue, and have found the whole episode very upsetting
Some of the stitches were on my forehead, which is really weird, as most people just get steri-strips there, which I'd have far preferred. So I'm puzzled and upset. They said the little stitches they do would be less likely to cause scarring, but honestly the wound was so small that I don't think it needed that.
I'm so upset with myself for not being clearer. I worried about scars at the time; but now realise I'm much more worried about the feeling of violation.
I also had stitches inside my mouth, and it doesn't feel right, and I'm not sure it was needed at all. I'm actually almost feeling suicidal due to the episode. I'm so traumatised by it. It probably wouldn't traumatise most people, but I'm quite medically phobic, and so upset that I didn't completely refuse stitches. They said it'd be my best chance to avoid scars, and I guess I was a bit scared and gave in. The rest of my face healed beautifully very quickly, which confirms that I didn't need all that intervention. I just feel devastated by it all. I close my eyes and it's all I see. Does it sound like medical trauma? Is there any help available for it?