Turn 50 this year, and while I haven't thought about this incident often, lately I am giving it more thought and just get angrier about it.
I was young (maybe 5 or 6, possibly a little older) at the time so really just didn't understand what happened until later.
For some reason that will never be known, my mother took me to see a doctor that was not our normal doctor.
This was during the recession of the 70's and during this period of time we were on food stamps and getting other forms of assistance I believe so seeing this doctor may have been due to that, but the purpose of my visit to this guy isn't clear at all in my memory. I don't remember being sick..
In any case, this was pretty much the only time that one of my parents let me in the examination room with the doctor without one of them being present. I don't want to go into details about what my memories of what happened are, but suffice it to say what I recall happening was abnormal and not pleasant.
I'll never know why I was left alone in there and I don't really blame my mother, she had mental health issues her whole life though so who the hell knows why the things that happened that afternoon happened.
Been meaning to post this for awhile as it's been something I've wanted to vent about...thanks for listening. Could never bring this up in person to anyone it would just be too uncomfortable.
I was young (maybe 5 or 6, possibly a little older) at the time so really just didn't understand what happened until later.
For some reason that will never be known, my mother took me to see a doctor that was not our normal doctor.
This was during the recession of the 70's and during this period of time we were on food stamps and getting other forms of assistance I believe so seeing this doctor may have been due to that, but the purpose of my visit to this guy isn't clear at all in my memory. I don't remember being sick..
In any case, this was pretty much the only time that one of my parents let me in the examination room with the doctor without one of them being present. I don't want to go into details about what my memories of what happened are, but suffice it to say what I recall happening was abnormal and not pleasant.
I'll never know why I was left alone in there and I don't really blame my mother, she had mental health issues her whole life though so who the hell knows why the things that happened that afternoon happened.
Been meaning to post this for awhile as it's been something I've wanted to vent about...thanks for listening. Could never bring this up in person to anyone it would just be too uncomfortable.