I'm in a bit of a catch-22 here. Unfortunately, one of my major mental-health tells is hypochondria. I know this. They know this. It's on my file.
I'm in a scary position now, when I think there's something wrong with me. My brain is fighting me, telling me I'm really, really ill and it terrifies me. However, my brain is also telling me that I'm probably just being stupid or a drama queen or making it all up for attention. Which doesn't help.
I have a fantastic, amazing doctor who knows to take me seriously when I turn up convinced that I have symptoms of cancer. I can't explain quite why she works so well with me, other than that I've been seeing her for 8 years and we both trust each other.
When she's not there, there's one other doctor in the surgery who can handle me when I'm in that state. All the rest vary from disbelief to dismissive to downright rude. It does not help, when I'm in that state, to say 'well you know you're being silly.' That's devastating.
The last time I was actually, properly ill (pneumonia), I was lucky enough to see my usual doctor who diagnosed me properly, first with a chest infection, then when it had turned into pneumonia, with that. She then went on leave, but before she did, she wrote a note to one of the other practice doctors explaining the situation both from a mental health and physical point of view, and he was fine.
Generally speaking, I think I'm pretty lucky with the treatment that I've had with the mental health stuff. there's a system at our surgery where certain patients have a note on their file basically saying if they call for a doctor, they need to be seen that day, no questions asked. It was such a relief knowing that I had that safety net there (I'm a lot better at the moment so under the usual care again). My psychiatrist is in touch with my GP once a month or so and they compare notes. But having heard loads of other stories, it really does feel like luck.