“Thought I Was Losing My Mind”: 57 Awkward Confessions People Made To Medical Professionals

How much I was drinking. When regular people asked, I'd say around 4 standard drinks a night. When I finally realised I was getting out of hand, I admitted to the doctor that it was around 15 to 20 standard drinks a night. Today, I am officially 1 month completely sober, and the sight of alcohol makes me sick (possibly due to medication). I'm just glad I finally got help, 2+ years of heavy drinking completely finished now with help.

I had a doctors appointment the next day for mental health. They asked me if i ever harmed myself and I said yes, and was super embarrassed about it. They asked when, and I said last night. They then asked to see, and gently cleaned the wound while saying nothing. They then went about the rest of the consultation and sent me off to my mother. I eventually told her a few years down the line, but having that quiet compassion really helped me in a dark time.

Admitted that I had an overwhelming urge to chew on ice and smell wet concrete. Like, a *compulsion*. Thought I was losing my mind. Doc ran some bloodwork and boom, severely anemic. A few iron pills later and the weird cravings vanished completely.

That I ate one kilo of licquorice in a week. For the first time in my life I had a nearly normal blood pressure.

The doctor was shocked and said: "This is NOT the way we want to treat your low blood pressure!".

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“No, really, doctors hate this one simple trick!”

That my ex won't let me leave and went as far as trying to end their life to keep me. My doctor told me to let them. Unconventional, but it snapped me out of a trauma bond. No one [passed away] so far.

The emotional [mistreatment] I suffered as a child. I told her they never hit me though she responded “they didn’t have to” real eye opener.

“I took hundreds of pills and washed them down with wine. I am about to faint.”

The next thing I remember is waking up in the ICU with a dozing nurse in the corner.

Not my finest evening.

I had a bit of a rough but consensual hookup one night, and totally forgot about it when I went to the gyno the next day. During the breast exam she noticed I had this massive purple bruise on my [chest] and looked incredibly concerned. I turned 10 shades of red and started overexplaining that it was consensual. Thankfully this was a Planned Parenthood so the people that work there tend to not judge much. We ended up having a good laugh about it.

That I have severe social anxiety, absolutely detest making eye contact, I get distracted easily, love to procrastinate, and I have auditory processing disorder. I have autism and ADHD and that is for my psychiatrist to know and not my job. I have been working at my job for over 3 years now and my issues haven’t affected my work or my work ethic. I’m actually very good at my job.

That I felt like my body was a grave and I was buried inside of myself. This was after a traumatic pregnancy loss. I’m feeling better now, but things were rough.

I was telling my neurologist about numbness I'd been experiencing from my waist down. He asked the inevitable question: "can you feel your groin?" The answer was no and it also meant I couldn't tell if I had to [go to the bathroom]. I didn't realize he'd specifically detail that in my medical notes and thus every other doctor that treated me would ask the same question. Fun times.

That I once had to sleep with someone for shelter. I was briefly homeless and it was during covid times…..

It was and still is very embarrassing.

I don't remember ever being happy. I was hoping they'd have some advice.. looked at me like dude that's rough. Last time I did that. I'm telling y'all cause that was a decade ago and it's all been downhill. Lol, take care of yourselves.

Getting screened for adhd and they question you about a lot of things to eliminate all sorts of psychiatric issues. I admitted to having experienced intrusive thoughts. I’m white and sometimes when I’m extremely tired my brain makes up a horrific scenario. I become convinced I have Tourettes syndrome (which I don’t have) and I have this intrusive thought that I’m going to blurt out the n-word in a room full of people. Not because I’m racist, but because it’s the most horrible insulting thing my brain can think of to scare me with. Luckily, this only happens to me every now and then when I’m completely exhausted, like maybe once a year for 5 minutes. I feel so bad for people that have Tourette syndrome or intrusive/unwanted thoughts on the regular. It must be very difficult.

It was like less than two weeks ago when I was meeting with a surgeon about carpal tunnel surgery (happened this past Friday actually) and he said I couldn't use power tools, vacuums, basically anything that would cause vibrations and I was like "ok well I'm gonna be a huge [witch] at the end of 6 weeks of that..."and he looked at me in confusion for about 10 seconds then just started cackling but like... I was very serious! 😂

I shared something having to do with the almost 50 year old man (teacher) that groomed me when I was 16 that I’ve never told anyone else before. 12 years later, the weight is finally being lifted from my shoulders.

I told them the glass shower door didn’t “just shatter” when I bumped it with my knee trying to get in. I had actually put the bathroom scale against the wall and was trying to see how high I could get number via leg press with my back against the glass shower door.

36 stitches in my back. Mainly left shoulder blade. It was north of 200 when it broke. I was 14.

I used to pick one side of my nose with crochet hooks because the bone was itchy. Fun fact: the bone WAS itchy because I had a birth defect called unilateral choanal atresia (the plate under your eyesocket at one point covered your sinus opening in your nose). It was not fully corrected until 2020 after a prior unsuccessful corrective surgery in 2010 while I was in high school. Less fun fact: the bone still gets itchy, but the bone is no longer there. I have to sit and rub the right side of my face from cheekbone up until the itching stops or my brain will throw me into a sneezing fit like a tantruming toddler. I have gotten bloody noses that way.

I was a chronic bedwetter growing up and while it is a whole lot better now as an adult it does still happen from time to time. Since it has never fully resolved itself 'Nocturnal Enuresis' is something that is still listed on my medical record as a condition.

So my doctor and I have this strange and awkward few minute discussion every year during my wellness check up about how is my bedwetting, better, same or worst. 😳.

I was about 17 or 18 when I was misdiagnosed with schizoaffective, she put me on a cocktail of meds, about 20 in a year (not at the same time) and it completely fried my brain.

When covid happened, we were doing monthly phone calls and I somehow expressed that I think of her as a friend, and went into detail as to why. She quickly shut that down, telling me that she was not my friend and I had to differentiate that because she was helping me mentally doesn’t mean she was my friend.

Well, now I’m 26. I’ve always thought I was misdiagnosed but nobody believed me. Two months ago I talked to my new psychiatrist and told him I want to stop taking meds. He was hesitant but allowed it. Next few weeks were absolute hell, dry heaving, throwing up, no appetite (didn’t eat for a week straight) but still went to work (construction, material handler).

I stopped taking meds officially the night of November 5 of this year. My psychiatrist appointment was Tuesday of last week. He discharged me because he saw I was getting so much better.