Horrible experience, if not awful, if not dreadful. Was in the pub tonight, with a friend who has chronic depression, thought we’d have a little indulgence and have a pint together as a treat. Let it be known we’d not had a pint together for at least a year. Turns out, woman opposite was a neurologist called Beth (NHS) , by all accounts someone trained in neurology. I tried to explain my condition, post cerebellar stroke, to no avail. She rejected all cerebellar research and basically dismissed me as a fraud as she chugged down her drinks and moved to another table to continue on drinking. Such a rude and obstinate woman I have never come across in my life. Now I have 100% for NHS staff needing to do their job but this is the first time I have come across someone from the NHS who felt the need to put me in my “place”. It was saddening and disgusting, vulgar and disappointing. She was so convinced that CCAS didn’t exist that all all I could do was apologise for for being such a fool am I. Terrible night.So demeaning but it made them feel superior. I feel a bit sick at cowering to bullying but they were all bells and whistles so who gives a toss.
Can I add that her partner said to me, “If you weren’t disabled, I ‘d punch you in the face”. For what reason, I cannot fathom. Perhaps questioning her authority on neuroscience, perhaps. Or perhaps he disliked my cheerful disposition, he was a miserable looking prat in a hat and reclining scowl.
All I have to say is this …
Can I just say as an addendum, she kept on saying to me that I didn’t look like someone who had had a stroke. This is infantile, but I let it go. I don’t have a hand that doesn’t work or I’m not in a wheelchair. However, I can’t see the world straight and my brain can’t predict reality. That should be enough. Seriously, such a toss pot, I am still fuming.
On the upside I know the barmaid there and think I have a fairly good report with the staff. Only downside is that it sent me on a low dip. Enough to call friends, family and post this.
I can usually hold my own, but when speaking to a professional, I had a setback because she was convinced that that the only role of the cerebellum was in motor control. She had learnt by rote from a textbook allocated to her time and study. Worrying and typical of someone picking up a pay check as opposed to new ideas, no wonder I get in trouble
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In fact, it because this woman who didn’t believe I had had a stroke that it is 4. 45 am and I am vomiting into a bucket from existential anxiety, Well done you, I say to her. Job done. Hope you get a nice fashionable scarf at everyone else’s expense. Oohhh, even I can feel my bitterness. ![]()