My birth with dd2 was nowhere near this bad, nothing that could be termed assault, but I could have done with a nicer midwife.
Went into labour and because I was strep B positive I was told I needed to be in hospital a minimum of 4 hours beforehand. I phoned the hospital but they didn't want me in yet as the contractions weren't regular.
Over the next 24 hours, the contractions got more and more powerful but not regular - phoned again, told not to come in until they were ten minutes apart for at least an hour.
Upshot was, that by the time they did settle into a rhythm, and we had made it down to the hospital, I arrived only 2 hours before the baby did and in a lot of pain.
The midwife just was unfriendly from start to finish. Put me in a labour room, and then left straight away, while DH went to park the car, so I was sitting on my own with no pain relief or offers of any, while I waited for something to happen. When she came back, she asked if I had something to wear during labour and when I said yes, she said "Well put it on then", and stood watching. Bearing in mind what she was about to witness it was stupid to feel a bit awkward about changing in front of her, but I did.
Then I needed to go on a drip. I asked for pain relief - she said not until the drip was in. That process seemed to take forever as she had to have three goes at it. By now the contractions were very close together. I asked her to stop trying to get the drip in while I had a contraction - she did, but said "the quicker I get this done the quicker you can have pain relief".
I had gas and air (eventually). During most of this stage she sat with her back to me at a counter, looking at paperwork or something, not a word from her until I told her I needed to push (about an hour later).
I had pretty bad SPD and told her this at the start. When she tried to put me into a position I knew would hurt she tried initially to over-ride me, asking DH to move my leg. He refused, and I stayed where I was (on my side). She took the gas and air away and when I said I needed it, she said "You're fine." No real support or encouragement, and it just felt dismissive. If it's better to do the pushing without it, then fine, but talk to me about it instead of dismissing me. And then, when pushing, if I stopped for breath, she'd say "You need to keep pushing. The baby needs you to help her and you've stopped." And then when the baby arrived I was emotional (who isn't) and begged to hold her - one of my fears was that with DD1 I had a fair bit of medical intervention and was so far out of it that I don't remember holding her (and although I did hold her, the midwife didn't let her go as they didn't trust me to keep hold of her, and she was taken off me very quickly). I was desperate to hold DD2 before she was cleaned and dressed. I asked three times "Please can I hold my baby?" and was told "Wait a minute, just be patient." I don't know what she was doing in that time, and it only took about 30 seconds, but it felt forever while I was waiting.
It just would have been nice to deal with someone who could smile a bit, and didn't treat me as though I was a slightly annoying inconvenience.