LogFAQs > #975491436

I was going to say no, but then reading some responses I started recalling a bunch of times.

- I was 9 years old, we were in a car wreck. I was severely injured, turned out to be most injured of us all, and my brother was medflighted away if that's any indication. Anyway, after exiting the vehicle, I could barely walk but managed to sit next to my brother at the side of the road. Police and ambulances were everywhere, I was hurt and scared, then a cop came over and started fussing at me to leave and go to my parents. I told him they'd been taken in the ambulance... I had been left behind. I guess they thought I was just random kid sitting in the wreckage crying?

- Next one is the ambulance itself. After it came back, they just opened the door and were motioning for me to climb in. I could hardly move but had to climb in the back myself as they were worried about the other people inside. Once I got in I just found a spot and laid down.

- Then the hospital. Idk if it was the cop, or the rescue squad people, but somewhere along the way there was a misunderstanding. They thought I hadn't been hurt. So I was just kept for observation and sent home asap.

- Repeated trips back to the hospital over the course of the next week because I was in excruciating pain constantly. They never bothered giving me any type of exam beyond checking for a fever and listening to my heart. Got sent away several times and told I was just acting up because I was upset. Then finally got a real doctor that was concerned and ordered a bunch of tests. After finding nothing at first, they ordered an exploratory surgery and discovered that my intestines had been severed by the seat belt impacting my belly when he crashed. It hit so hard that it damaged my spine and obviously muscle and nerve damage too. But it had gone untreated for a week, so i was developing gangrene from my dead intestines. I was rushed to have them removed, and was told afterwards that it was almost too late. That I wouldn't have survived another day.

- The nurse for the exploratory surgery. I was scared and asked if the surgery was dangerous. At that point they didn't know if the actual injury, so she was responding about the basic barely invasive exploratory one... And she told me that yeah, it could kill me. So that freaked me out just as they were about to put me under. >_>'

- Physical therapist. Due to the damage done from the accident and recovering from surgery, I needed physical therapy to walk again. Remember, it's a spinal cord injury and muscle/nerve damage, not just recovering from surgery. They were pushing me so hard to do things I literally couldn't do. It wasn't motivational to encourage me to do more, but was berating for not being able to perform certain tasks properly. Fortunately, mom was also in physical therapy for her injuries and we were scheduled together, so she saw how I was being treated and we opted to just stop. I did eventually mostly recover on my own but some things can still be difficult for me. It's really easy to hurt my back, and I get a lot of pain still sometimes even 31 years later.

- My psychiatrist.
Unrelated to the other stuff. Due to a really unfortunate life, and bad circumstances all around, I developed deep depression and anxiety... Who would've guessed, right? Anyway, I decided therapy was worth a shot. It was not, he was one of the worst people I've ever met in my life. Was always taking calls with other clients during our sessions, kept insulting me rather than helping. He once asked what my biggest life goal was, and I said to be a father. He scoffed at me and told me to give up on that because he thinks I'd be a bad father since I didn't have a good one. That was the breaking point, I went to end my life that weekend... But decided at the last second that I should at least bring it up to him and see what he says... "I can see why you'd want to." That was it. Nothing else. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I dropped him a few weeks later after he yelled at me over something simple and meaningless.