Dear small town chiropractor,
I recently went to see you. I don't have any major issues but after hauling three small kids around, I'm tired, and I'm sore many days. I met you at an event that my small town held. You seemed nice enough so I thought I would give it a try. What could it hurt?
When I walked into your office, the first thing I noticed was that you were playing Christian music. I thought it was a little odd and I asked myself, "what if I wasn't a Christian? Would I be welcome here?" I brushed it aside. It was no big deal really.
Then I filled out a bunch of paperwork. You were young and funny. You showed me your office and talked me through what all you do. You walked me through the process and I started thinking, "maybe I can really benefit from this."
We discussed my medical history and for some reason I threw in some personal information. I didnt really need to share it. It wasn't even necessary or any of your business but for some reason I threw it in there. I am so glad that I did because it let me know a whole lot about you and it also made up my mind that I would NEVER come back to you.
I told you that I was on anti anxiety medication. You looked at me squarely in the eyes and said "You aren't going to kill your kids are you?" You are really lucky that I'm pretty much unoffendable. I just jumped right back with "Now, that I'm on medication, I won't, haha." (Thought I should let you know, I would NEVER hurt my kids.) And then you said the most ignorant statement I believe I have EVER heard. "You know, the perpetrators of all mass murders were on medication like that. Columbine, VA tech, etc. I think there is a correlation." I didnt say anything back to you because what you said was so hard to believe, it didn't.even.register. I left shortly afterwards and I got in my car and I just thought to myself, "did that really happen? Did he REALLY just say that???"
Here is what I want you to know, Mr. Chiropractor. After my third child, I suffered from almost debiliating post partum depression. There were so many days that I wished I was dead. I couldn't see how lucky I was. I couldn't see how precious my children were. I knew I loved them but I felt like I was drowning. I had a newborn, no sleep, a sixteen month old who climbed on everything and threw tantrum after tantrum and I had a three year old who needed me too. I felt like a failure in every sense. I felt like a horrible mom, a horrible wife and just a horrible person. I battled with myself. I felt like asking for help made me a failure. I have always been tough and independent. I am an MBA and a CPA. I worked in corporate enviroments and loved it. Why was this so hard??
Finally I decided it wasn't about me anymore. It was about my family and I needed to get some help, Getting on a low dose of anti anxiety medication brought me back to life. I was so much happier and so was my family. I don't regret calling my doctor in a puddle of tears at all. I am so glad that I did.
What you said Mr. Chiropractor might have been the most insensitive, ignorant thing anyone has EVER said to me. Luckily I could have cared less but there might be someone out there who would have been hurt my what you said. I mean really, you asked me if I was going to kill my kids and then went on your silly soapbox.
You need to educate yourself. Post partum depression is real. Many women suffer, and many of them do it in silence. Depression is real. You need to open your mind. And really, if you are going to judge all your patients, you need to stop playing your Christian music.
Someone who will never step foot in your office again
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