#gaslighting doctor

[chronicillnesshumor]

[cherry3-14]

what the absolute fuck went down in seventh grade

[lonelysa1lor]

[bloodgutsangelcakes]

mine pls credit xx

[tumble-tv]

SAY IT WITH ME: MEDICAL GASLIGHTING IS MALPRACTICE

[s0ph1eemma]

[wh0-is-lily]

A Diet Coke Can by Chantal Thomass, 2014 ♡ 

[disabled-space-archived]

Society needs to stop idolizing doctors. The image of medical professionals as these amazing, compassionate heroes is dangerous. People are so quick to defend doctors. To not believe disabled people when we say doctors have systematically abused, neglected, gaslit, and discriminated against us. Believe disabled people.

[chronicillnesshumor]

[utane]

Temperance Gaslight District, you were right up my alley I hope you return

[sparklejumpropequeen1949]

Mommy and daddy issues

[teethwarden]

ok imagine ur my ethically challenged therapist and you tell me about a new kind of shock therapy for sexual trauma with promising results in its early clinical trials. i trust you because you’re a professional, and you wouldn’t lie to me. plus, i am desperate for relief and will try anything, so i agree immediately.

it goes like this: you put an electroshock collar around my throat, and every time i say something wrong, you shock me. at first, i’m confused and pained and irritated, but the intensity of the feeling guarantees i pick up on what i think is the pattern almost immediately: it’s every time i mention the sexual trauma. i try to ask you what you’re trying to accomplish by keeping me from talking about certain things, but you shake your head and shock me again.

eventually, it dawns on me that it’s not what i’m talking about, it’s how. one time, i bring up my csa, in tears, and i tell you i’m worried that it’s my fault. but there’s no buzz. so, it’s not about the trauma. it’s about who i’m blaming.

so next session, as a sort of test, i tell you, ashamed, that it was all my fault. every single assault, every single molestation, every single hit, and every single nasty word. there are no shocks. you sit there. u do not press the button even once. you just smile. and when i’m done, you put your clipboard down - i see your notes for today are empty - and you stand.

“good,” you tell me, voice dripping with admiration. “we’re finally getting somewhere.”

then you approach me, unzipping your fly. “you want a treat?”

at first i say no, and you frown, reaching for the button. then, frantically, to keep from being shocked again, i give in. i oblige.

i get on my knees, and i get you off, all while you stroke my hair and reassure me that this is my fault too, my doing.

“you’re just so good,” you tell me, “you’re just so fuckable. you’re so useful, darling. keep going.”

and when you come all over my face, i feel different. i feel useful. i feel lovable. i still feel pathetic and dirty, but now it’s almost like it’s a good thing. like i’m fulfilling a duty. doing what i was made for.

or something idk

[ju5tanarti5t]

Quadruple G's! Gaslight, gatekeep, girl Boss, and Girl dad!

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[s0ph1eemma]

[wh0-is-lily]

Cigarette Psychology

[bloodgutsangelcakes]

the girls yearn for an alcoholic beverage