I have been subjected to the same fat hatred from doctors on many occasions. One of the worst was when a specialist recommended bariatic surgery for PCOS. When I asked whether it would cure my PCOS (knowing that it wouldn’t) he replied that it might. It gets scary when I know more about my disease than the specialist. It’s especially scary when a specialist tries to make a patient go for an expensive and dangerous operation based on misformation.
What happened to me today, though, just takes the cake. I suffer from depression and was going to see a shrink. She was manipulative and so I fired her months ago. Last week, my current physican needed a report from her. She had destroyed the records as I requested and was doing it from memory. So all of that is fairly normal.
Today I got the report. She pulled a diagnosis out of her ass of Borderline Personality Disorder and/or Narcissistic Personality Disorder and blames my depression on these “personality” disorders (instead of PTSD which is the actual cause).
And why did I get such a diagnosis? She thinks I have a personality disorder because I don’t hate my body. She thinks I’m narcissistic and out of touch with reality because I am “morbidly obese” at 270 and I’m fine with it. Her damning report is because I am content with being fat.
I don’t know how many ways I can say that before I can believe it myself. If I was living in a country with a medical board, I would report her but I’m in the developing world at present.
Basically, her point is that the entire fat acceptance moment is composed of people with mental health problems because we accept ourselves or at least try to accept and love our bodies.