I still cannot believe this happened to me.
I caught my diabetes early – so early that I was first diagnosed with “pre-diabetes” at 27 by my excellent GP. He thought it didn’t make sense, so he sent me to an endocrinologist to “try to figure out what’s really going on.” It was a 4-5 month wait to see an endo as a new patient. I chose one, Dr. Z, that was highly recommended, but unbeknownst to me, the staff made my appointment with Dr. A, another doctor at the practice, instead.
After waiting two hours past my appointment time, I finally saw Dr. A. He came in, informed me I was a typical Type 2 diabetic (with no labwork), and asked me if I ever got any exercise. I told him I exercised 3-4 hours a day – and I know he heard me, because I have copies of his reports, and it’s in there right before what he said next – “recommended patient exercise 30 min. 3 x week to get levels down.” I also told him I’d been on a low carb diet for several years. He told me I needed to eat [about twice the amount of carbs I’d been eating] to treat my diabetes.
Then he addressed the true source of the problem…fat! “You just need to get some of that weight off and your diabetes will go away. Lose 10 lbs, minimum,” he said. I asked if he didn’t think I should start on medication. “No, you just need to lose some weight!” he barked. Then, he left. He’d been in the room 5 whole minutes. Since I didn’t know any better, I continued seeing Dr. A for a year, during which he told me to lose weight, do more exercise, and start eating better – although I had been the entire time – and insisted that he would not prescribe any medication for me. I just needed to work harder! Finally, I realized something – he was telling me to exercise a lot less than I did, and to eat more carbs to get my blood sugar down, and that if I just lost some weight my diabetes would go away. That made no sense! I had continued exercising and eating fewer carbs until I was almost at 0, but I just got worse. I finally got a brain and went to a different endo.
You see, I was 5’5″ and 110 lbs when I first saw Dr. A. My GP had been after me for years to gain weight. Dr. A took one look at my diagnosis, and decided it must be because I was fat! The fact that I was sitting there right in front of him had no effect. As it turned out, I didn’t have Type 2 diabetes…I have Type 1 diabetes. What galls me, about as much as the myth of what causes Type 2 and the bs “treatment” of people with Type 2 by medical professionals, is that if I had been…god forbid, an actual overweight person with new onset Type 1 (and yes, it happens), I would probably be dead now. Fatphobic doctors can kill.