I have *ALWAYS* had a tremendous phobia of doctors (I believe there are some repressed memories of treatment bordering on sexual abuse as a child). The head doctors, of course, are the scariest, because of their overwhelming power in my life... But my first doctor failed to hear my desperate cries for help when my med dose wasn't right, and I ended up in the psych ward in the hospital after withdrawals and SI that scared my friends into thinking I was suicidal. At the hospital, I met my second doctor, whom I thought would be my salvation, but she, too, ignored my tearful confession that I hadn't slept or eaten in many days, and she replied with, "I'm worried about you. Let me know if you stop eating or sleeping." Now, I'm feeling myself losing my grip on life without medication, and I know I need to get back on treatment... But I am TERRIFIED of going back to one of those doctors, and just as scared of baring my soul to yet *ANOTHER* stranger who may just end up failing me like the others. Anyone else have these kind of troubles, or have any advice on how to get past this crippling fear?
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