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

It was earlier this year actually. I told my GP that if it wasnt for my son, then I would 100% [take my own life]. She was amazing and kind and supportive. I'm out of that blackest of black holes. It was horrific.

I had my period in early January, and got pregnant. That pregnancy ended up being a blighted ovum, and I had a D&C in mid March. I was waiting to get my period again...and waiting...and waiting...and waiting. I finally took a pregnancy test and was shocked to see i was pregnant again! But I hadn't had a period! I was 32, had a 2yo, my previous pregnancy was very wanted, and I was in the doctor's office saying "how did this happen?!? I never got a period?!?"

The doc laughed, asked if I needed to go back to 10th grade health, and reminded me that the egg releases before we get our periods. Oh. 🤦‍♀️

It was fun going to my appts for my baby due 12/25 yet saying my last period was 1/3 lol.

“I have three testicles.”

Turned out I still just had the two. The third one was a spermaticele (sp?).

Probably the most intimate details of my OCD. It makes me sound insane (I AM insane), so that doesn't really get shared with anyone else. Close friends and family know I have it... and it stays at that.

That it would probably be better if my boyfriend [passed away] from the cancer he had because I would never get away otherwise.

That I had a crush on her. She didn't like it at all. I was 10... It still kinda hurts.

One time I had an allergic reaction on my face to Lysol (I'd used it on the handset of my phone at work) and went to the urgent care. They wanted to do steroids but I said I wasn't sure because I didn't want to get herpes. The doc talked me through it and gave me vicyclovir (sp? the antiviral).

I get the meds filled at the pharmacy and realize what the antiviral is for. I don't have herpes, the word I was looking for was *thrush*. I'd gotten *thrush* after being put on oral and inhaled steroids for my asthma. My cat, however, had herpes (the eye kind). I gave the doctor my cat's medical info because I'm a dingus 🤦‍♀️.

Best doctors I've had are former military because I am as well and, this story comes from that. ARNP says "blood pressure is x/y" and I state, "that's high"
"...... no, that's a normal blood pressure"
"Well not for me, I'm used to x/y" so that's high for me"
*looks through charts, "huh that is high for you, but why is it?"
"Oh I was bulking, so I've been eating (the worst food imaginable for your heart 2x a day)"
"OK. Well, stop doing that you idiot"

She's the best.

The holes burning into my legs were caused by nitric acid which had been on a table inside a window, which had collapsed, dousing me in acid, when I climbed through the window to get back into what had been my room.

This kind GP told off his receptionist, who'd been telling me the doctor was busy and to go away, washed my legs and lathered them with some ointment that counteracted the acid, bandaged me up and sent me off without asking for payment.

This was a horrible time in my life, and I'll never forget his kindness.

Sometimes I get so deeply sad for no apparent reason, that I stop feeling altogether and am just numb. There's a physical pain in my chest, but no emotion per se. I call it the black hole, because the longer it goes, the worse it gets, eating up everything in my life. Once it ate up so much of me, that I tried to end my life.

After I told him he gave me pills, they made me sick for a few weeks, but then I felt good. Like me. Like the me trapped in the black hole. The sick feelings went away to eventually.

I think I declared my love for the hot anaesthetist while high from a fertility treatment... possibly in front of my husband:(.

I mean, having to explain to the doctor about my work-related injury falling off of scaffolding and landing... awkwardly. I literally thought I exploded a ball.

My ocd compulsions, in order to get diagnosed. otherwise, those thoughts will never ever be uttered aloud to another human.

So this isn't my story, it's my former (both retired) coworker's one. I must give a little back story.

We were both RN in obstetrics in an isolated area, where the Ob/Gyn docs are not only our peers, we are friends. They are also our personal doctors because traveling hours to see another Ob/Gyn isn't feasible while working full-time.

Now to the story. Coworker found a new love interest who apparently was quite endowed. After a night of imbibing and some interesting positions, my coworker ended up having traumatic pnuemoperitoneum, or a tear in her uterus and air entered her abdomen. She was driven to the ER by her boyfriend, her Gyn was called in and she of course had to tell him the how's of this injury, then she was whisked off to the OR for repair of the small uterine tear and ended up in my care for her overnight stay.

My coworker is normally quite a happy camper and thankfully the embarrassment of her injury didn't bother her. However no one on staff in our unit made mention of it, unless she brought it up. Which she did, because she and the guy got married and she was worried this might happen again. As far as I know it didn't happen again and I do know they are still blissfully married.

The only person that I've ever told about my decades-long fantasy world was not a doctor, but a psychologist.

I think we were exploring my autistic traits. She was convinced that I was autistic after the first session so I just leant into it, showing her all my obsessive note-keeping books, discussing alexithymia, rituals etc.

I still don't know if she believed the depth and bizarre nature of my fantasy world. It's to do with being a giant sentient starship and imagining the world as a galaxy with precise distance / time conversion. She probably thought I was trying to ingratiate myself with her for being such a clever psychologist.

I gave myself razor burns on my [chest] because I was trying to shave off all the stray random hairs before my appointment. The doctor was like ??? and I had to tell her embarrassingly. I have fair skin, so it was very noticeable.🤦‍♀️.

That I used to eat nail polish 😬 i was concerned it caused some type of damage so i needed some reassurance.

I told my psychiatrist about my extreme anxiety about slugs coming through the vents.

I 100% know I have pinworms because my wife saw them. The doctor was trying to convince me that the itching I felt was from a food allergy.

Probably that I trust nobody.