Passion. It’s defined as a strong and barely controllable emotion. Plenty of public figures have weighed in about finding, chasing, and making sure your passions are at the center of your life. Oprah Winfrey has said that “passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.” There are self-help books, podcasts, blogs, and other forms of media that center on discovering what ignites you and incorporating these passions into your everyday life.
Generally, thinking about and pursuing our passions is filled with excitement and good vibes. It can be enthralling to daydream about our dream job, achieving a long-term goal, or simply carving out time to do something that makes us smile. But what happens when your health isn’t in tip-top shape and you’re struggling to keep your head above water?
Speaking from personal experience as a person with chronic illnesses (read: Lyme disease and co-infections, Hashimoto’s, anxiety, depression, among others), having impaired health can create obstacles in pursuing passions. For instance, my illnesses cause the following symptoms: lack of energy, unstable moods, chronic pain, reduced cognitive abilities, and a general sense of not feeling well, to list a few.
All of these symptoms can make it difficult to pursue goals and passions in a timely fashion, as much of my time is spent taking care of myself or maintaining my health. Additionally, having chronic illnesses can be costly, so money that could be spent on sessions with life coaches, workshops, equipment, or anything else spent on my passions goes toward organic food, supplements, doctor’s appointments, etc.
This begs the following question: Is it still possible to have your passions be the driving force of your everyday life when you have chronic illnesses? My answer: Yes, but it may look different.
Adjust your mentality/manage your expectations
I’m the first to admit that being more flexible with expectations of myself hasn’t been easy. I am a 100% Italian from New York. I was raised by go-getters. I am Type A. I am a perfectionist. All things that played a role in my health issues, to be honest. But there is no way that I can progress through life like I did pre-illnesses and have these qualities take the steering wheel.
I can’t pull all-nighters, I can’t juggle three jobs at once, and trying to be perfect at every facet of my life does nothing but hurt me. As a result, I’ve changed aspects of my life. I am more of a burst worker. When I have a string of good days I throw myself into projects and tasks. Conversely, when I have a string of bad days, I try to be patient and accept that I need to slow down. If I try to force myself past my limits, this prolongs my healing period.
Mentality also plays a huge role here. I have to accept that I am a different person than I once was. I don’t have to love that fact every single day, but if I am constantly working against myself and trying to force myself to be someone I’m not, then I won’t even have time to pursue any of my passions; I’ll just be at war with myself in my head.
Find New Passions and Rediscover Old Ones
My main interests used to be eating and cooking unhealthy food, drinking and staying out late, and high-intensity sports and workouts. After I got sick, most of these passions had to fall by the wayside, but this made room for so many others that were healthier and more productive.
Now, my passions are health and wellness and helping others heal. I care about the environment and humankind. I’ve found my way back to being a true empath and connecting with others on a deeper level. As I continue to heal, I’ve created time to fall back in love with playing music, exploring the outdoors, and consuming information any way I can (read: books, documentaries, podcasts, etc.).
If I never got sick I wouldn’t have a passion for health and wellness as strongly as I do. I wouldn’t have started an Instagram account and blog to use my voice to help others, and I wouldn’t have become such an advocate for patient empowerment and alternative medicine.
In fact, I thank my illnesses for making this possible. Do I think positively about my situation every day? No. But does it help to take the “lemons” I’ve been handed and make the most of my situation? You bet.
Break tasks down into “digestible” tasks
I think this suggestion would help anyone chasing their passions, but it’s especially helpful for those with chronic illnesses. For example, trying to write a book if writing is your passion is a lofty goal, but if you reframe it as write five pages every day or a chapter a week, it won’t seem as overwhelming.
This way, you can still feel a sense of accomplishment while taking smaller steps toward your goal one day at a time. Sure, it might take you longer to say you finally reached the top of the “mountain,” but you’ll probably better maintain your health and sanity this way, so what do you have to lose?
Ask for help when you need it
Last but not least, create a support system that can help you during your times of need. For instance, when I’m feeling overwhelmed my parents will help cook food for me so I can focus my time on finishing up a blog post or going to a volunteer event. It’s okay to lean on others when we're not capable of doing something ourselves, especially if it will free up space to do things that make us happy and charged up.
So what do you think? Has having a chronic illness changed how you pursue your passions?
Ah, coffee. It is typically associated with frantic mornings trying to get everything situated before we leave for work, a quick pick-me-up when we need a caffeine boost, or what we rely on to pull all-nighters. Although I was never a big coffee drinker before I couldn't consume caffeine (caffeine has never been a friend of mine anyway), I've found another way to consume it, but (and no pun intended ha ha ha) I recognize you might need some convincing first.
A couple of posts back, I talked about how I cleared up my cystic acne. One of the biggest elements of my success has been employing various detox methods to help get rid of bacteria and other toxins hanging out in my body. Under the umbrella of highly beneficial detox methods is none other than coffee enemas. Now, before I jump right into explaining how to do a coffee enema, I'm sure you're wondering why in the world would anyone willingly put coffee up their butt. Yup, buckle in kiddos, we're about to get real.
Firstly, this practice has been around for a number of years - we're talking B.C. times and ancient Egypt. Naturally, you wouldn't expect a regular practitioner in our Western medical system to suggest you do something "alternative" like a coffee enema, but many health practitioners across the globe suggest that patients with autoimmune diseases and terminal illnesses try their best to do coffee enemas regularly. But what is it about coffee enemas that are so useful for our health? Well, let's take a look...
Benefits of Coffee Enemas
Well, that's all fine and dandy, but if you're like me, you're probably also wondering the science behind all of this and how putting some brewed beans up your bum can help your health (one point to me for that alliteration, right?).
How do coffee enemas work?
When coffee is administered into the colon, it is absorbed into the bloodstream and carried to the liver. Then, there is an increase in the production of the aforementioned glutathoine, which plays a key role in moving toxins out of the body. From there, the coffee stimulates our "biliary ducts to open and release toxins into the intestinal tract for excretion," according to Lindsea Burns, nutritional therapy practitioner at the Atlas Health Care Center.
tl;dr coffee enemas act as a way for your body to do some quick "spring cleaning," if you will.
How the heck do I do a coffee enema?
Well, this is where my sage (lol) advice comes in. For starters, you'll need to invest in an enema kit. I have one from Amazon that's made out of silicone and I've found it pretty easy to clean and I haven't had any user errors with it. Other people use buckets. Just hop onto Amazon and type in enema kit and see what tickles your fancy.
Then, I'm going to recommend that you really do your research on this before you dive right into putting something up ya bum. I'm certainly not a doctor, and I only know my body, so you'll have to make sure that you're going about this the right way and not putting yourself in harm's way. Here's a really awesome how-to on doing enemas that goes into way more detail than I'm going to go into, and it outlines a lot of the moving parts that you should take into consideration.
Okay, so you have your kit and you've done research. You've done enough water enemas (I recommend getting familiar with the enema process with just water first so you don't have to worry about making a mess) to feel comfortable, now what? Here's what coffee enemas look like for me in steps:
Tips, Tricks, and Other Information
Okay, so I totally understand that if this is your first time trying this that it sounds uber intimidating - I was 110% once in your shoes. The reason why I recommended getting familiar with water enemas first is exactly for this reason. They'll help you overcome the fear of messing anything up and they don't require as much prep or retaining time. There's no need to rush into doing any of this - the coffee isn't going anywhere, and you want to make sure that you study up and do this the *right* way so that it's beneficial to your health and well being.
Obviously, you'll also have to get comfortable with your body. Thankfully, I've always been one for telling people about my bowel movements and love toilet humor more than the average person, so the concept of enemas never made me embarrassed or afraid, but I understand not everyone is like me (thankfully :P). So, figure out how to overcome that obstacle if you think it's going to get in the way of taking advantage of this amazing detox method.
Once you're ready to rock and roll, go to the store and buy a coffee that resonates with you, making sure it's organic. After making the coffee, try using a coffee strainer or paper filters over a different pot so that you get those pesky grounds out of the way. The last time I did a coffee enema I got a bunch of grounds into my solution, so I had to get creative in removing them from my bag to get things flowing.
If you're concerned about making a mess, you can hang your kit on the shower rod (I know I said you don't have to hang it that high, but I do and don't have any problems :)),administer the enema in the shower, and then move to the floor to lay down and hold the solution. Obviously, when I let out my solution to remove air bubbles I do that into the shower, and once I'm done with everything I just run the shower for a few seconds and clean up the spillage.
You may also be wondering how the hell you're going to hold coffee in your butt for 12 whole minutes. I concur. If you're like me (a big ball of gas no matter what's in my digestive tracts), this is something that I have to overcome each time I do a coffee enema. I put on meditation music, focus on alternating between deep breaths and fast controlled breathing. I also try to settle into a comfortable position that I know will give my stomach room to "breathe." Feel free to Google other tips and tricks for overcoming this obstacle.
Ultimately, you're going to have to figure out what works for you, but don't get discouraged if you can't hold the enema for a full 12 minutes the first time you do it.
Okay, so I think that about does it for this post, but as promised, here are a bunch of helpful links that should start you off on your VERY IMPORTANT research stage of enemas. Also, please do not hesitate to reach out to me if you have any questions. My email is in the 'About Me' section on my website, since I'm sure some people don't want to drop a comment about dropping a coffee inspired deuce :P SORRY! Couldn't help myself...
Coffee Enema Instructions - Benefits, Recipe, & How to Do
Fight Cancer & Detoxify with a Coffee Enema
Home Enemas: How and Why You Should Perform Them
How to Perform an Enema at Home - YouTube
How to Take an Enema - How to Cleanse Your Colon Safely
According to the National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH), major depression is one of the most common mental disorders in the United States. Although the data is a bit outdated, the NIHM estimated that over 16 million people, which is roughly 6.9 percent of the population, had a depressive episode in 2012, and as always, we can expect that number to be higher since not everyone reports having a mental illness.
I am part of that 6.9 percent, and I recently went through a difficult depressive episode following a healing crisis brought on by a liver and gallbladder flush (that's quite a mouthful, huh?). And unfortunately, as I've gotten older my depression is sometimes more severe because the ups and downs of adulthood can have more serious implications than what I went through as a teenager.
After over a decade of going through the same rigmarole of being depressed, wallowing in self pity, wanting to disappear off the face of the planet, and then feeling extreme embarrassment and remorse once I bounced back, I thought I'd do it up a bit different this time. I took a little break from social media to collect my thoughts. I decided to be more patient with myself and give myself permission to be sad. I didn't push myself to achieve everything on my checklist if it wasn't necessary.
And now, I'd like to address my depression through letter format as a way to personalize and humanize it, which I know will be therapeutic for me, and I hope it will be helpful for you.
A Letter to My Depression
We have known each other a long time now - going on 16 years - and this is the first time I've addressed you directly, and publicly, no less. For years, you have told me that I'm not enough of this (e.g., smart, pretty, talented) or I'm too much of that (e.g., emotional, loud, opinionated), and for as long as I can remember, I've believed you.
I've taken your words (or thoughts, really), internalized them, and held them to be true. I've spent days, weeks, and months feeling apathetic and like a loser, stifling my voice and stomping out my inner light. In turn, I've looked to others as being the enemy or the ones who want to put me down, causing me to take out my frustrations on the ones I love and negatively affecting my relationships.
I recognize now that it's been me, and you, all along getting in the way of my happiness and ability to move through life without feeling like a failure. As a result, I've struggled to figure out who my authentic self is, let alone present that version of me to the outside world, which is no way to live.
But I'm hoping that we can have a less harmful relationship moving forward.
I understand why you show up on my doorstep and make your way into my body, soul, and mind, albeit it's taken me nearly two decades to get to this place. I get that I'm genetically predisposed to being depressed. As an empath and a highly sensitive person, I am pretty reactive to what directly affects me and the energy other people put out into the Universe. I struggle with sensory overload and over stimulation and sometimes have to shut down and hide. I've fully come to accept that as a person with chronic illnesses that the symptoms of said illnesses and major inflammation going on in my body and brain will lead to depression.
But what I can't accept any longer is letting you drag me down to the darkest and hopeless of depths where my apathy becomes terrifying. I won't accept negative self-talk that's so ridiculous to the point that if I ever said the same thing about others I would feel ashamed and horrible for the rest of my days. I won't accept being my own worst enemy because of what you bring out in me.
Yet, I do want to thank you for being a presence in my life. Sometimes, you help me realize that I need to take things slow and that I'm putting myself in harms way by going full-throttle toward every goal and health aspiration I have. Sometimes it takes me awhile to pick up on the cues, but they're there, and they're essential to my survival.
You've also provided me with the ability to be compassionate toward others who are also dealing with depression. Someday, I hope to work in a capacity where I can help people live more harmoniously with their depression, if not overcome it. I wouldn't trade having empathy for others for the world, so again, I thank you.
Through my battles with you, even though you have kicked my ass in every direction imaginable for years on end, I have been forced to learn and do a lot in order to survive: mindfulness, gratitude, patience, self-love, meditation, yoga... the list goes on. I can't picture myself seeking out these beneficial practices and techniques without your presence in my life, so thank you for forcing me to arm myself with tools that will serve me well for the rest of my life.
And moving forward, I want to switch things up:
I hope you'll hear me out. I know I've said I'm going to change before, but that was coming from a place of anger and shame. Now, I'm coming to you with open arms from a place of curiosity and self-love. So what say you, depression? I know, I know. As always, the ball is in my court.
My journey with cystic acne first began in 2009 when I switched from one birth control pill to another. At the time, I had no idea what was going on with my face, as I always had clear skin. When I came home from college that summer, my dermatologist put me on antibiotics to try to clear it up, but after responding very poorly to that drug, I switched to the birth control pill called Yaz, and my skin cleared up within weeks. I was over the moon, as my skin was super clear and no scars were left behind.
Flash forward to 2012, where I was now leaving Yaz behind for a copper intrauterine device (IUD) because Yaz made my hair fall out in droves. Yet, little did I know that coming off Yaz, and polluting my body with copper, would cause my skin to erupt in painful, huge cysts and nodules.
I had white heads, red bumps, black heads, jawline cysts so big they felt like tumors, nodules that stayed for weeks and months, hyper pigmentation, hives... you name it, I probably had it on my face. Unfortunately, I don't really have pictures that accurately show how bad it was because I avoided cameras like the plague and would literally get nauseous at the thought of taking a selfie, so you'll just have to trust me ;)
But, here I am, five years later, and I haven't had a single cyst in months *runs to woods behind my house and knocks on every tree just in case :)*. And since I know how debilitating, frustrating, infuriating, etc., it can be to struggle with acne, no matter your age, I thought it would be helpful to share what worked for me.
Before I get to what worked for me, I want to say that no matter what your skin looks like today, it is okay. You are beautiful, you are loved, you are deserving of love, and f#$% beauty standards that say that acne/not having clear skin = ugly. I'm still working on fully accepting my post-battle with acne and its scars, but I'll get there, and so will you <3
1. Cleaned Up My Diet
A lot of physicians will claim that diet doesn't have anything to do with acne, but for *me* that couldn't have been farther from the truth. I was struggling with MAJOR leaky gut and candida, and if I ate anything to aggravate either/both of those conditions, you could expect a spot to show up on my face (read: sugary foods, gluten, dairy, eggs, and high histamine foods).
As such, I have diligently employed a scientific experiment with food over the past five years. I removed food from my diet one after one and journaled what happened. I first went gluten free, then dairy, then processed foods, until where I am at now (full vegan as of last week!). What finally fully cleared things up for me was finally removing meat from my diet. Since removing meat, I have not had *any* cysts on my face, but as you will see I did a handful of other things to help as well.
But before I move on, please understand just because I can't eat something doesn't mean you should remove it from your diet. Unfortunately (just in this case hehe), we are all so uniquely different that you will have to experiment. You may also decide that you can't/don't want to have a restrictive diet. That is your choice. I am vain, and I would much rather eat less food than have cysts on my face.
Regardless, you should assess your diet if you are having major skin problems and do some research to see which foods can cause inflammation and trigger cystic acne.
2. Employed Detox Methods
This step has been the ultimate game changer, and it made complete sense to me once I stopped overcomplicating acne by trying to find some "magical" cure/product/supplement. Think of it this way, your skin is the *biggest* detox pathway your body has. For *me* (yes, I'm going to draw attention to the individuality of what has worked for me every time lol), I have *very* sluggish detox pathways (read: liver, gallbladder, kidneys, etc.) due to gene mutations being turned on thanks to this toxic world we live in, my run-in with copper toxicity, Lyme disease, and years of living with very high stress.
As such, once my body was in a state of the biggest traffic jam of toxins, bacteria, heavy metals, undigested food particles, sluggish lymph, etc., and couldn't vacate through regular channels (again, liver, kidneys, gallbladder, etc.), they decided to hit the "eject" button and throw a party on my face. And since my diet was still crappy, I was still drinking alcohol, and swallowing supplements at an alarming rate, my detox pathways were getting more and more clogged by the minute.
Recently, I have worked to incorporate a multitude of detox methods into my life and the change to my skin has been astronomical. I hesitate to share some of these methods since some people may find them "controversial," but they have helped ***me***, and I *thoroughly* research everything I do. Also, please understand that I *am not* a medical practitioner and make sure to do your own research before incorporating any of these methods.
Here's a quick list of what I've been doing to help detox:
For *me* the enemas, major-organ cleanses, and fasting have made the most difference in my skin. Should you want any more information, leave me a comment or contact me via email :) I am more than happy to assist!
Note: I do not plan on doing all of these things regularly for the rest of my days on this planet. These methods will continue to be used until symptoms that surface as a result of toxic overload subside.
3. Balancing Hormones
In addition to regular cystic/nodular acne, I also suffered from hormonal acne. How do I know this? Mostly due to the location of my acne (read: jawline and chin). I also had hormone tests done, and my estrogen, testosterone, and DHEA were through the roof. As such, my doctor had me go on natural supplements to eradicate these imbalances: saw palmetto and DIM (I use Estroblock triple strength).
Where did the imbalances come from, you ask? My long, long history with birth control pills jacked up my hormones beyond belief, and then that was all compounded from the major stress my body was under from copper toxicity and not having my period for over half a year from the IUD. In addition, many of my regulatory organs were messed up as well (yes, very scientific, but I'm trying not to get too wordy here so y'all make it to the bottom haha :)).
4. Drinking Habits
So, I've already touched on detox pathways getting clogged and toxins, so it makes sense that for *me* drinking caused an issue. Regardless of what kind of alcoholic drink you consume, your liver is going to have to get to work to break down the toxins and get them out of your body. Any guesses what exit route my body chose for this act? That's right, my lovely faccia (face in Italian ^_^).
I took three years off from drinking (which was a huge deal for this former beer-drinking rugby playing Jameson slinging binge-drinker), which certainly helped, but it wasn't a cure-all for me. I do have some tequila every now and again, and while I don't get cysts, there are times where I get a pimple or two after drinking. While I never plan on drinking the way I used to, sometimes a girl has gotta throw back her tequila and get to dancing.
Before I start this section, I will say that supplements WILL NOT CURE your acne if the underlying cause has to do with an internal organ issue, a dietary problem, or anything else that is chronic. Supplements can certainly help keep your acne at bay, but do you really want to be taking them for the rest of your life when you could get to the root of the problem? Of course, that's up for you to decide, and your root problem may be different from mine, so that's where you put on your detective hat.
But, supplements that aid your imbalances or sluggish organs can certainly help. For instance, I mentioned up above that I take supplements for my hormonal issues while my body works to recorrect itself. I also take supplements to aid my immune system (e.g., vitamin C and zinc), which in turn should help flush out toxins quicker. I take a probiotic daily to aid in my leaky gut and candida issues, and I also take an herbal supplement that helps my liver detox.
So, it's up to you to figure out what will work for you and what won't. What I will say is that antibiotics never worked for me, nor did any of the mainstream prescription creams thrown my way from the dermatologist. But, I'm that gal that western medicine truly never works for in terms of chronic issues, so that's not too surprising.
Okay, so admittedly, I was always one of those people who rolled her eyes at people saying that you have to remove stress to get rid of acne, but I do feel it helps, as a tertiary solution. For me, when I'm stressed I eat poorly or forget to eat (which means I can't take my supplements), and don't get enough sleep, forget to wash off my makeup/am not good with my face care routine (another post on that soon, I promise!). All of these things can contribute to throwing off what's going on internally, which can in turn cause inflammation or a disrupted detox pathway, if you're a sensitive person like me.
In my life, I have come to accept that I will most likely ALWAYS have stress in my life, but it doesn't have to be paralyzing. I am a go-getter, Type A, hard worker who loves to push herself and have tasks to complete. I am working on finding a middle-ground there, but I am not someone who is going to be happy living a care-free life - it's just not how I'm wired.
Instead, I have employed the following methods to help me destress after a challenging day:
So What Do I Do With All This Information?
I completely understand that everything presented here may be overwhelming, and that's because it is, at least on the surface. It took me five years to figure this out, and each day with a big ol' cyst on my face felt like a month.
If you need advice on where to go from here, please feel free to message me - I am truly, truly more than happy to help, and I am in the process of becoming an acne-focused health coach.
If you'd rather not do that, I would focus on *one* of the five things I suggested and figure out baby steps to incorporate the change or alteration. Regardless, I wish you the best of luck on your journey to clear skin, and I am always here to help!
In case you weren't already aware, March is Women's History Month, which was first instated in 1987. As such, I thought it would be relevant to discuss how I believe that my sex and gender have affected my interactions with doctors and the types of treatments I've been prescribed over the years.
Before that though, I would like to offer up the following disclaimer: I am aware that men can be mistreated in appointments too, especially when it comes to mental health and any matters that aren't physical. I hear your struggles and your pain and I empathize, truly. Yet, this post is meant to focus on women, as it's women's history month and I'm a woman. Therefore, this critique will focus on the intersection of my *individual and unique* experiences in the health care system.
Historically speaking, women have been mistreated when it comes to medical appointments. Whether it's through body shaming, disbelieving claims about chronic pain, or the outdated practice of diagnosing women with hysteria from back in the day, being taken seriously as a female patient wasn't - and still isn't - always a guarantee. Thankfully, much of the discrimination and mistreatment of women has fallen by the wayside, but we have a lot of room to improve as a health care system.
While I have done a lot of work to educate myself before entering appointments, to do research when it comes to finding a doctor, and to refuse to be mistreated by anyone in the medical community, there was a time where I didn't know any better and I truly believe that my being female allowed certain doctors to take advantage of my time and be dismissive of the major health crisis I was going through.
Breakdowns In Doctor-Patient Communication
In May of 2012 I had a copper intrauterine device put in called the Paragard. A month or so later, I was suffering from a very severe case of copper toxicity, unbeknownst to me at the time. My mental and physical health completely deteriorated in that short span of time to the point where every bodily function was compromised and I felt like my life was over at the young age of 22. It was so bad that I had to give up my dream of pursuing my master's degree in California because I couldn't function.
Naturally, I decided to go back to the doctor's office who recommended and performed the insertion of the Paragard. I had been seeing this OBGYN for years and I thought that we had a good working relationship, but like most conventional doctors, they were clueless about how to really help me.
I recall sitting on the examination table and talking about all of the symptoms that I was experiencing, including the loss of my monthly period (that couldn't be good, right?). The suggestion that I received in return still shocks me to this day. She said it was probably because I was "depressed" because I had just graduated from college and was "sad" that that chapter of my life was over. I couldn't believe my ears. All of my other complaints were chalked up to me getting used to the device or simply dismissed.
Now, I have struggled with depression since my pre-teen years and I knew deep down in my heart and soul that whatever I was going through was far worse than a run-of-the-mill depressive episode. Moreover, to suggest that my health was completely falling apart because I was "sad" seems very negligent to me, especially considering how horrible my mental state was at the time.
Over the past few years, I wondered if a male patient would have been treated this way. I wondered why women have to go through so many side effects and symptoms just to practice safe sex by way of birth control (yes, I am aware that abstinence is an option, but it's not a realistic option for me). I wondered why I wasn't being listened to and was being called emotional (read: sad). I was especially baffled about how it was hard for the doctors to believe that a device made from copper could cause me to have copper toxicity, especially because I was displaying nearly every symptom.
The Struggle To Be Heard Continues
Thankfully, a former professor of mine suggested I seek out treatment from another doctor. After one appointment, he said that I needed to get the IUD out in order to feel better. I called my OBGYN's office and asked if I could have the device removed, as I was experiencing a number of adverse effects and didn't feel comfortable having it in anymore.
Unfortunately, I was met with pushback and almost deference, as I had only got the device in five or six months ago and it could be left in for 5-10 years. They did not want to remove the device and continued to not listen to my complaints. Again, I wondered if this would happen to a male patient - would his claims and his assertions be taken seriously?
But being the determined lady I am, and knowing that I had to get this thing out in order to feel better, I decided to check myself into the ER. I asked to have the device removed, and again, I was met with hesitation. In order to be taken seriously, I had to embellish how much pain I was in and that *only* the pain was disrupting my daily life. I didn't even bother to bring up the mental anguish I was in for fear of being sent to a different doctor or being dismissed as "sad," like at my OBGYN's office. Ultimately, the device was taken out and that day in October 2012 began my healing journey.
Since that day in October I have learned a lot when it comes to being a patient: I take responsibility for my health and if I don't like how I'm being treated I find a different doctor/practice. Yet, no matter how much responsibility I claim or how empowered I feel, you can't control what others say.
For instance, one doctor recently said to me that it must be difficult for a man to take me out on a date because I can't eat out at restaurants or drink and about difficulties surrounding child birth (which by the way, I never plan on having children anyway). While I'm sure the doctor was trying to show some form of sympathy and had his heart in the right place, the comments didn't sit well with me because I'm already well aware of how my illnesses and restrictions cause dating issues, not to mention him assuming my sexuality and that I must want to have kids.
All in all, both men and women have negative experiences within the healthcare system - some stem from gender/sex and others are just from the nature of health care or the individual practitioner's inability to communicate and listen. But I'd like to hear your thoughts - do you think gender/sex affects how patients are treated (feel free to get intersectional with this - IMO, it's the only way to address issues properly)? Have you been mistreated based on your sex/gender in a medical setting?
Hopefully, continuing the dialogue on this subject can lead to improvements in the health care exchange for all people involved :)