My Doctor Is A Sex Offender
I just found out – in a time of a level of personal crisis – that my doctor of the past 10 years lost his license due to “sexual misconduct” with another patient. And guess what? He wasn’t the first. My doctor before him lost HIS license for, wait for it, sexual misconduct with a patient.
This is upsetting on some many levels I am having a hard time organizing my thoughts. What on earth were they thinking? Have they no concept of boundaries? Have they no sense of consequence? Have they no sense of greater empathy? The ramifications of this have more layers that a Spanish onion.
The obvious ramifications to the patients that these physicians had inappropriate sexual contact which is big. While I have never had this happen to me with a physician, it must be a horrible experience as it breaches so many levels of trust, and then having to report it and the scrutiny that that entails. And then there is the ripple effect.
More panic and anxiety ensues. And then comes the anger.
Now, all of my doctor’s patients are bereft of a healthcare provider. Because of his stupidity and lack of control or God complex or whatever the hell was going through his mind, we are all left without our primary care provider whom we have come to depend on, trust, ask for help and support in times of crisis or just have that person who helps guide us through life’s journeys – both physical and emotional – literally on a cellular level.
I discovered my doctor lost his license and the reason why at a very inopportune time. I was in crisis with my ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression and needed him for immediate assistance to get me through a bad patch. So, there I am, in the midst of dealing with anxiety, panic, depression and very disorganized emotions being informed that one of the very few people I rely on to help get me through these times with counseling and medication, is no longer available to me. More panic and anxiety ensues. And then comes the anger.
What are you supposed to do when your “Depression Team” or healthcare provider or the co-custodian of your physical and emotional health is BEING BROUGHT UP ON FUCKING CHARGES…AGAIN!?
We have come to a time in our society where everything is on the table. We talk about any issue now – and that’s good. We talk about mental health issues and the stigma and not having shame and reaching out for help in times of crisis and even not when in crisis to manage and work through these very human conditions and emotions. And then the people we are told to go to, whom we have given our trust, whom we have shown our most unfettered fears and tears and darkness do something so stupid that we end up having the rug pulled out from under us. So, it’s back to square one.
What are you supposed to do when your “Depression Team” or healthcare provider or the co-custodian of your physical and emotional health is BEING BROUGHT UP ON FUCKING CHARGES…AGAIN!? This is the second doctor in a row that this has happened with and I am scrambling to organize my prescriptions, find a new doctor, explain myself and my life and history to and try to create a trusting relationship. Because it MUST be trusting. They MUST be reliable. This is my life!
Andrew Vail’s writing career began in Halifax when he was a child. In Grade 4, he wrote and produced his own series of comic books entitled “Freaky The Frog”, the on-going tale of a little misfit frog and his pals of the pond. Marvel Comics never came knocking but Andrew knew he loved to create and tell stories. Since then, Andrew has worked in advertising, PR and publicity; has interviewed politicians, rock stars and very interesting yet not-so-famous movers and shakers. He has published articles in a variety of local and national magazines and websites. Andrew is currently working on the project queer50.com.
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