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His lies had been believed. Now that he spoke the truth, belief was withheld. The irony of it!
Agatha Christie, from The Witness for the Prosecution and Other Stories
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His lies had been believed. Now that he spoke the truth, belief was withheld. The irony of it!
Agatha Christie, from The Witness for the Prosecution and Other Stories
“This was the trouble with families. Like invidious doctors, they knew just where it hurt.”
Arundhati Roy “The God of Small Things”
Not Believed
*cries* I’m so sorry for posting this late! Yesterday was a very long day and I just...forgot. I’m sorry. Trust me, you didn’t miss anything amazing lol. It’s very short this time and more angsty than anything.
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Obi-Wan couldn’t comprehend. He couldn’t understand the events that had transpired. It was impossible.
“It’s my fault,” Obi-Wan whispered to himself as he sat on a seat in Bail’s ship. “All of it. I didn’t...if I had…” He can’t get the words out. They hurt too much to say.
So, he keeps them in his mind.
I didn’t believe Dooku all those years ago on Geonosis. He said the Senate was under the control of a Sith Lord. I didn’t believe him. If I had...if I had…
If he had, his family would still be alive.
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Can I really blame him for not taking me seriously, when I so often make myself out to be a joke?
.... I mean I think I can still blame him a tiny bit.
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The Doctor Shopper
Doctor after doctor, Day after day, I still beg for help, yet each time they say:
Here are some probiotics! I really think you should try them. You have migraines, so here's some magnesium oxide! I couldn't be caught "refusing treatment" so my hands are tied.
Take a multivitamin, The cure to all that ails you. More fiber, maybe Benefiber, But you may have fructose intolerance so not fruit smoothie fiber.
Your ankles aren't weak. Your ankles don't roll. You're autistic, You're dyspraxic. I wonder if that's really all.
I would like a new doctor, but randos on the internet claim, Stop switching around! You should stop "doctor shopping."
"I don't think that they're hallucinations!" Nope, just auras to migraines. Also, I'm autistic. Everything is interpreted as scary when you're autistic.
He's a nutjob, I'd like a new doc! I want to switch but I don't out of fear of claims of doctor shopping.
The yellow dots are chasing me! No, visual auras which autism made scary. Clawing and cutting out the spiders in my blood my skin my brain. No, tingling auras made scary by the autism.
Should a doctor really be this stupid? The psychologist in the room, she didn't say anything! Would getting a new doctor really be doctor shopping?
I couldn't possibly have EDS. Nope, my doctor has a connective tissue disorder. I'm not more hypermobile than thee, so an Ehlers Danlos diagnosis must not be for me.
"You have AMPS!" "You have IBS!" "You are fat!" "Drink water and get more exercise!"
I won't be a doctor shopper. I can't help but wonder, is wanting to be believed really shopping for a doctor?
A fat female teen, symptoms of nausea, pain, dizziness, and more. The most obvious option is mental illness. The best prescription is weight loss.
My attempts at exercise are extinguished by my pain. I can't keep on, but there's no help until I'm the one to fix it all.
I fantasize every day of growing up, losing some weight. Building a ton of muscle, drinking gallons of water a day. Taking my vitamins and supplements like some kind of health freak.
Walking into their office, "I'm not cured!" I'm falling, I'm swelling, I'm hurting, I'm crying. Help me, please.
Are these thoughts normal? They don't feel normal. I should be fixed. I could be fixed. Drugs, therapy again, more drugs (What mood stabilizer is it now?)
Maybe one day my pain will be taken seriously. Maybe one day my quality of life will be taken seriously. Maybe one day I will be taken seriously. That day's not today, I wish I was okay, but I can't handle it.
If I question it... Question their years of medical knowledge... Question their schooling... Question their authority... I'm the bad guy who's looking to shop for a doctor.