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m.e. awareness week, part II: the theory of doctor arrogance
13/05/02 @ 23:54 p.m.
It seems fitting to choose M.E. Awareness Week as the launch date of my newest crusade, for today I’m going public about my war on the medical profession. It’s been a long time coming... One of the worst things about ME is that until earlier this year, it wasn’t recognised as a physical illness, but as a psychological disorder. My asshole-sniffing dog-fucker of a doctor spent ten years telling me there was no such illness, or that it was just a psychological problem caused by depression, or that I was making it up knowingly to get some attention. He referred me to other doctors and psychiatrists who told me variations on that theme, explaining that I was going mad, which eventually made me doubt myself so much I DID go mad. I alienated everyone I knew, pissed off everyone I loved, and lost everyone I liked. It was a wonderful time that ended only after I refused to see any more doctors. I told mine how much he’d damaged me, told him to go piss up a rope, and then spoilt my dramatic exit by bursting into tears and trying to slam a fire door that only closed very, very slowly. In the post-nutcase years I’ve thought a lot about the way I was treated, and I’ve formulated a theory to explain the arrogance that led these idiot doctors into refusing to believe me. The thing is, they’ve only been taught fact. There’s no real opinion; if you’re told that a foot is called a foot, you get no marks for calling it a beetroot. It’s not a matter of opinion, there’s no post-modernism there. A foot is a foot. It says so in the textbooks, so it must be right. So when these people get confronted with something that isn’t in the textbooks, they panic. There’s no opinion in medicine, so they can’t think for themselves. This new illness isn’t a fact they’re aware of, and if it isn’t a fact, it’s a falsehood. If it’s a falsehood, the sufferer can be ignored, patronised and passed onto a psychiatrist. Then they go mad. My findings, therefore, are that all doctors are twats and they can all kiss my ass. I will make each and every doctor in the world pay. Oh yes, I’ll make them pay...
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