Sorry to hear of your experience... I guess you never got a one time hand job from 1 or 2 girls while in high school or college or you would be used to the reaction down below. I look at it like a mechanics point of view - if your going to change the float valve you got to wash the carburetor first before disassembly..
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June 2019, I made an appointment to see a Dermatologist. I was 57 at the time. My main Doctors referral list had about 10 Dermatologists listed at this one location more than half were women. I called up to schedule a date and asked for a specific Dr (Jewish) and was told if he’s available that day you can see him as they have three locations in other suburbs around Chicago.
Two days before the appointment they call to remind me of the appointment. The lady on the phone asked me if I had a problem seeing a woman Dermatologist and I said No.
Day of the appointment, I arrive; fill out all the paper work. I’m escorted back by a young girl in reception office. In the room I’m told to undress, put on the robe but leave the underpants on.
A few minute pass and there is a knock at the door - another young white girl (20 something) comes in introduces herself and sits at this tiny wall mounted desk that has a computer on it. She starts asking me questions and typing my answers in the computer. When she’s done she said someone will be in to see me shortly.
A few minutes pass and a white woman enters about 35 years of age and introduces herself as Jenna. She said she wasn’t the Doctor but was the ‘PA-C’, which stands for Physicians Assistant Certified. The other girl returned and sat down at the computer.
I explained what the reason was for the visit. I had about 7 skin tags in each arm pit, a mole in the lower bush region and 2 skin tags on the crease of the right leg where it meets the testicle sack. There was also a large growth on the left leg about 3 inches above the knee. Jenna had me turn the robe around so it was open in the front.
She went over my legs feet, arms, back, butt and chest and found a small spot on my chest that she was going to send out for a biopsy. (Turned out to be negative). The growth on the leg didn’t need a biopsy. In trying to examine the arm pits, the sleeves on the robe kept getting in the way, so I said I rather just remove the robe. Jenna said that the assistant could remove the arm pit skin tags when she was done with my other procedures. Jenna said I’d have to lower my under pants. I pulled them down to my knees and held them with my right hand. With my left hand I pulled the penis and testicle sack over to the left so she could see the skin tags in the leg and I pointed out the mole in the bush region.
Before anything was done a photograph was taken of the leg and the spot on my chest for a Doctor to look at and if he thought they looked too serious he would come in to examine me, but after viewing the pictures he didn’t think it was serious so he didn’t come in.
The PA-C said she would freeze the tags and mole off. She got this big silver canister with liquid nitrogen; It looked like an antique automotive paint spray gun from the 60s. I told her I could hold everything to one side for her. I wanted to put my right leg up on a chair to give her more room to see wear to aim that thing, but the underpants jammed up when I tried lifting my leg up. So I just let them drop and stepped out of them. The PA C said this might burn after about 10 seconds, but it didn’t. The skin tags hardened up. The mole she said would take about two weeks to dry up and fall off (Which it did). The skin tags fell off in the shower 2-3 days later.
The assistant remained at the desk the whole time, but left the room when I was getting shot with the liquid nitrogen. The PA-C then numbed my left leg up and took a biopsy of the spot on the leg just to be sure. (It turned out negative) She then burned it off about 3/16th deep. The entire time my penis remained limp and neither girl really paid any attention to the fact I was nude.
At some point during conversation I had mentioned being a nudist and going to nude beaches and nudist resort since 1998. I think that was entered in the computer. I was told to use a lot of sunscreen and the highest number you can buy. Being a nudist, I was comfortable around them nude, while they were fully clothed. There were a few spots here and there that the PA –C said were Chigger bites and I would have them forever as they don’t go away. They just remain crusty like.
When the PA-C was done I was told to put my underpants on and lay down on the table. She said the assistant would be in shortly. She told me to make a follow up appointment for 6 weeks from today when I leave. At that point we bid goodbye to one another.
I got up on the table as instructed but left the under pants on the chair. When the young assistant came back in she saw me laying naked on the table and gave a little giggle and said I could put my underpants back on. So I got off the table and slipped them back on. We made small talk while she burned off the dozen or so skin tags in the armpits. She was very cute.
Overall the experience was good. I wasn’t uncomfortable or embarrassed. Both girls conducted themselves very well. No laughing, staring or giggling.
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The follow up six weeks later was quiet different……………
I checked in with reception, an older woman around 60 waited on me. I filled out ‘more’ paper work. I was told that this week they had an intern trainee program going on and interns from other locations were here as part of their training. So a trainee might be in the room along with the Doctor.
About ten minutes later a black girl with a clip board and long dreadlocks called my name and escorted me back to the examination room. She looked to be in her late 20s. She sat at the table eyeing the computer and asked me a few questions which I answered. There was a knock at the door and a dark skinned woman entered that looked to be either Muslin or Indian. No headscarf was worn so I figured Indian. She looked to be about her late 30s, maybe 40. She introduced herself as a PA-C and said she would be conducting the follow up exam. PA-C Jenna was out sick. She had a husky voice and sounded like an army drill sergeant. She looked at the computer screen and asked me if I had any pains or problems since my last visit. I said No.
She looked at the large scab on my left leg and said it was healing fine. (I had jean shorts on). There was a knock at the door and a girl entered wearing a hajib. She was introduced as an intern trainee that would be observing the examination and conducting one of her own. (if I agreed) Her name I didn’t quite catch but the first name sounded like Rasheeda (?).
The PA-C handed me a clipboard with a several pages to sign granting the trainee permission to sit in on my exam and the other one granting her permission to conduct her own examination of me (I assumed while I was nude). I had no problem with this so I signed the papers. Dreadlocks left the room with the clipboard.
The PA-C then said in her thick accent, “Ok, you may now strip; take off all clothes please”. No robe was taken out of the cabinet behind me and nor was one offered. The two women stood no more than six feet away from me as I undressed. I stepped out of my shoes. I held onto the back of the chair as I pulled each sock off. The shirt came next placing it on a backrest of the chair.
As I undid the belt , button and zipper Dreadlocks came back in the room empty handed.
Noting was said as all three of the women watched me as I undressed. I removed my shorts then removed my underpants. My right side faced toward the ladies as I faced the chair. I placed the underpants on top of the shorts. When I turned to face the three ladies head on, my four inch penis hung limply slightly twisted to the left. The PA-C said something to the intern in their native tongue but there was no reaction or change in facial expression that I saw.
The PA-C had me get up on the table and lay back, my lower legs bent at the knees dangled down over the edge, feet resting on the foot rest. The PA-C pushed my legs slightly apart and then grabbed a-hold of my penis and testicle sack pulling it to the right to examine where Jenna froze off the skin tags and mole. She said something to Dreadlocks who tapped the keypad on the notebook Computer.
My testicle sack was pulled and stretched from side to side and pulled upward checking for any lumps or spots. A few times during the penile exam the PA-C spoke to the intern in their native tongue. The intern watched intently. The PA-C showed her how to pull the skin downward on my shaft to expose the ridgeline of the head.
The intern had stood off to the left and the Dreadlock assistant to the right who was holding a notebook PC entering any data was dictated to her.
When the genitals were through being examined I was instructed to stand up and remained standing for the rest of the exam. My penis had firmed up just slightly pointing down and outward. Dreadlocks left the room at this point. The Intern begun to conduct her exam of me and did basically the exact same maneuvers the PA-C went through examining me from head to toe. She was sitting on a short wheeled stood using one of those illuminated magnifying glasses.
The intern handled my penis and testicle sack gently and professionally. I did not get a full erection but did get a little firmer now pointing almost straight out. I bent over so she could examine the anus. Everything was good there : -) Dreadlocks had re-entered the room. The intern had concluded her exam.
There was a knock two minutes later and the PA-C said Enter and the 60 year old woman from the reception desk entered, saw me standing there nude (penis pointing down now) and gave a look of shock, handed the PA-C a clip board and walked out the room.
The PA-C asked me if I would be interested in participating in their intern training program today. It would take a little over an hour. Basically more interns would be conducting the standard skin examination today. I agree and the PA-C had me sign and initial nine pages granting the interns to examine me. Rasheeda thanked me and said goodbye and left the room.
Dreadlocks gave me a robe to put on then we walked out a side door down a private L-shaped hallway. There was only one door and that was at the end of the hallway. The room we entered was about 30 feet deep. There was a small riser / platform, like a stage at one end of the room. It was maybe three feet high. The other end of the room had a half dozen or more rows of chairs lined up.
Dreadlocks and I walked up the three steps to the stage. An examining table and four chairs were up there along with a cart and some boxes and tools of the trade. The PA-C addressed the interns giving some instructions. They all looked to be in their 20’s. Only two were males (1 white, 1 Asian) and seven females, four were wearing hajibs. Two other women were white and one looked Mexican.
Dreadlocks asked me to remove the robe. The PC-A made no mention of what procedures I had had done. One by one the PA-C called out their names and they came up on stage to examine me. As I stood there, my penis had remained soft the whole time. There may have been some shrinkage. The room was cool. The PA-C observed the interns as they examined me. When they were done each one would then leave the room, All of the interns conducted themselves in a professional manner during the exam. The Asian boy gave a light smile looking up at me when he handled my penis.
After the Asian boy finished he walked off stage, the PA-C thanked me for my time. The interns returned to the back of the room where the PA-C then addressed them.
Dreadlocks and I walked down off the stage, she extended her arm out with the robe and I waved it away choosing to walk back down the hallway to the room nude. Dreadlocks said nothing and hung back a few feet behind me (probably watching my ass twitch) as we walked through the dimly lit hallway. Back in the room she said I could get dressed and she walked out the other door.
When I went back to the reception area to settle up the bill, the older woman was there to wait on me and seemed embarrassed.
Two days before the appointment they call to remind me of the appointment. The lady on the phone asked me if I had a problem seeing a woman Dermatologist and I said No.
Day of the appointment, I arrive; fill out all the paper work. I’m escorted back by a young girl in reception office. In the room I’m told to undress, put on the robe but leave the underpants on.
A few minute pass and there is a knock at the door - another young white girl (20 something) comes in introduces herself and sits at this tiny wall mounted desk that has a computer on it. She starts asking me questions and typing my answers in the computer. When she’s done she said someone will be in to see me shortly.
A few minutes pass and a white woman enters about 35 years of age and introduces herself as Jenna. She said she wasn’t the Doctor but was the ‘PA-C’, which stands for Physicians Assistant Certified. The other girl returned and sat down at the computer.
I explained what the reason was for the visit. I had about 7 skin tags in each arm pit, a mole in the lower bush region and 2 skin tags on the crease of the right leg where it meets the testicle sack. There was also a large growth on the left leg about 3 inches above the knee. Jenna had me turn the robe around so it was open in the front.
She went over my legs feet, arms, back, butt and chest and found a small spot on my chest that she was going to send out for a biopsy. (Turned out to be negative). The growth on the leg didn’t need a biopsy. In trying to examine the arm pits, the sleeves on the robe kept getting in the way, so I said I rather just remove the robe. Jenna said that the assistant could remove the arm pit skin tags when she was done with my other procedures. Jenna said I’d have to lower my under pants. I pulled them down to my knees and held them with my right hand. With my left hand I pulled the penis and testicle sack over to the left so she could see the skin tags in the leg and I pointed out the mole in the bush region.
Before anything was done a photograph was taken of the leg and the spot on my chest for a Doctor to look at and if he thought they looked too serious he would come in to examine me, but after viewing the pictures he didn’t think it was serious so he didn’t come in.
The PA-C said she would freeze the tags and mole off. She got this big silver canister with liquid nitrogen; It looked like an antique automotive paint spray gun from the 60s. I told her I could hold everything to one side for her. I wanted to put my right leg up on a chair to give her more room to see wear to aim that thing, but the underpants jammed up when I tried lifting my leg up. So I just let them drop and stepped out of them. The PA C said this might burn after about 10 seconds, but it didn’t. The skin tags hardened up. The mole she said would take about two weeks to dry up and fall off (Which it did). The skin tags fell off in the shower 2-3 days later.
The assistant remained at the desk the whole time, but left the room when I was getting shot with the liquid nitrogen. The PA-C then numbed my left leg up and took a biopsy of the spot on the leg just to be sure. (It turned out negative) She then burned it off about 3/16th deep. The entire time my penis remained limp and neither girl really paid any attention to the fact I was nude.
At some point during conversation I had mentioned being a nudist and going to nude beaches and nudist resort since 1998. I think that was entered in the computer. I was told to use a lot of sunscreen and the highest number you can buy. Being a nudist, I was comfortable around them nude, while they were fully clothed. There were a few spots here and there that the PA –C said were Chigger bites and I would have them forever as they don’t go away. They just remain crusty like.
When the PA-C was done I was told to put my underpants on and lay down on the table. She said the assistant would be in shortly. She told me to make a follow up appointment for 6 weeks from today when I leave. At that point we bid goodbye to one another.
I got up on the table as instructed but left the under pants on the chair. When the young assistant came back in she saw me laying naked on the table and gave a little giggle and said I could put my underpants back on. So I got off the table and slipped them back on. We made small talk while she burned off the dozen or so skin tags in the armpits. She was very cute.
Overall the experience was good. I wasn’t uncomfortable or embarrassed. Both girls conducted themselves very well. No laughing, staring or giggling.
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The follow up six weeks later was quiet different……………
I checked in with reception, an older woman around 60 waited on me. I filled out ‘more’ paper work. I was told that this week they had an intern trainee program going on and interns from other locations were here as part of their training. So a trainee might be in the room along with the Doctor.
About ten minutes later a black girl with a clip board and long dreadlocks called my name and escorted me back to the examination room. She looked to be in her late 20s. She sat at the table eyeing the computer and asked me a few questions which I answered. There was a knock at the door and a dark skinned woman entered that looked to be either Muslin or Indian. No headscarf was worn so I figured Indian. She looked to be about her late 30s, maybe 40. She introduced herself as a PA-C and said she would be conducting the follow up exam. PA-C Jenna was out sick. She had a husky voice and sounded like an army drill sergeant. She looked at the computer screen and asked me if I had any pains or problems since my last visit. I said No.
She looked at the large scab on my left leg and said it was healing fine. (I had jean shorts on). There was a knock at the door and a girl entered wearing a hajib. She was introduced as an intern trainee that would be observing the examination and conducting one of her own. (if I agreed) Her name I didn’t quite catch but the first name sounded like Rasheeda (?).
The PA-C handed me a clipboard with a several pages to sign granting the trainee permission to sit in on my exam and the other one granting her permission to conduct her own examination of me (I assumed while I was nude). I had no problem with this so I signed the papers. Dreadlocks left the room with the clipboard.
The PA-C then said in her thick accent, “Ok, you may now strip; take off all clothes please”. No robe was taken out of the cabinet behind me and nor was one offered. The two women stood no more than six feet away from me as I undressed. I stepped out of my shoes. I held onto the back of the chair as I pulled each sock off. The shirt came next placing it on a backrest of the chair.
As I undid the belt , button and zipper Dreadlocks came back in the room empty handed.
Noting was said as all three of the women watched me as I undressed. I removed my shorts then removed my underpants. My right side faced toward the ladies as I faced the chair. I placed the underpants on top of the shorts. When I turned to face the three ladies head on, my four inch penis hung limply slightly twisted to the left. The PA-C said something to the intern in their native tongue but there was no reaction or change in facial expression that I saw.
The PA-C had me get up on the table and lay back, my lower legs bent at the knees dangled down over the edge, feet resting on the foot rest. The PA-C pushed my legs slightly apart and then grabbed a-hold of my penis and testicle sack pulling it to the right to examine where Jenna froze off the skin tags and mole. She said something to Dreadlocks who tapped the keypad on the notebook Computer.
My testicle sack was pulled and stretched from side to side and pulled upward checking for any lumps or spots. A few times during the penile exam the PA-C spoke to the intern in their native tongue. The intern watched intently. The PA-C showed her how to pull the skin downward on my shaft to expose the ridgeline of the head.
The intern had stood off to the left and the Dreadlock assistant to the right who was holding a notebook PC entering any data was dictated to her.
When the genitals were through being examined I was instructed to stand up and remained standing for the rest of the exam. My penis had firmed up just slightly pointing down and outward. Dreadlocks left the room at this point. The Intern begun to conduct her exam of me and did basically the exact same maneuvers the PA-C went through examining me from head to toe. She was sitting on a short wheeled stood using one of those illuminated magnifying glasses.
The intern handled my penis and testicle sack gently and professionally. I did not get a full erection but did get a little firmer now pointing almost straight out. I bent over so she could examine the anus. Everything was good there : -) Dreadlocks had re-entered the room. The intern had concluded her exam.
There was a knock two minutes later and the PA-C said Enter and the 60 year old woman from the reception desk entered, saw me standing there nude (penis pointing down now) and gave a look of shock, handed the PA-C a clip board and walked out the room.
The PA-C asked me if I would be interested in participating in their intern training program today. It would take a little over an hour. Basically more interns would be conducting the standard skin examination today. I agree and the PA-C had me sign and initial nine pages granting the interns to examine me. Rasheeda thanked me and said goodbye and left the room.
Dreadlocks gave me a robe to put on then we walked out a side door down a private L-shaped hallway. There was only one door and that was at the end of the hallway. The room we entered was about 30 feet deep. There was a small riser / platform, like a stage at one end of the room. It was maybe three feet high. The other end of the room had a half dozen or more rows of chairs lined up.
Dreadlocks and I walked up the three steps to the stage. An examining table and four chairs were up there along with a cart and some boxes and tools of the trade. The PA-C addressed the interns giving some instructions. They all looked to be in their 20’s. Only two were males (1 white, 1 Asian) and seven females, four were wearing hajibs. Two other women were white and one looked Mexican.
Dreadlocks asked me to remove the robe. The PC-A made no mention of what procedures I had had done. One by one the PA-C called out their names and they came up on stage to examine me. As I stood there, my penis had remained soft the whole time. There may have been some shrinkage. The room was cool. The PA-C observed the interns as they examined me. When they were done each one would then leave the room, All of the interns conducted themselves in a professional manner during the exam. The Asian boy gave a light smile looking up at me when he handled my penis.
After the Asian boy finished he walked off stage, the PA-C thanked me for my time. The interns returned to the back of the room where the PA-C then addressed them.
Dreadlocks and I walked down off the stage, she extended her arm out with the robe and I waved it away choosing to walk back down the hallway to the room nude. Dreadlocks said nothing and hung back a few feet behind me (probably watching my ass twitch) as we walked through the dimly lit hallway. Back in the room she said I could get dressed and she walked out the other door.
When I went back to the reception area to settle up the bill, the older woman was there to wait on me and seemed embarrassed.
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No it is not OK. The patient always has to accept the chaperone, whether female or male. The patient can at anytime refuse that part of the exam if he wants.
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I went to get a std test once and my doctor was a attractive asian female. She did her standard preliminary examination and embarrassingly enough I got a huge erection infront of her. I was so terrified and extremely nervous. She noticed my nervousness and especially my erection. She said to me don't worry it's normal and continued her physical examination with the biggest smile. Afterwards she took me to another room and had me wait there. While waiting for her to return to the other room. When she was about to return, I heard her by the door saying "you have to see the size of his penis, he's hung like a horse", then she knocked on the door and walked in with two other female nurses. A white woman and a black woman. She said If you don't mind I have a two interns in training that I brought with me to assist me in the testing. At that point I was mortified. She instructed them on how to swab my penis with a Qtip. She had one of them hold my penis while instructing the other one how to swab the Qtip in my urethra. I was so embarrassed and ashamed yet at the same time I was extremely erect. The look on white nurses face who was holding my penis looked like she was in shock. I couldn't wait for all of it to be over and done with. A few days later I received three voice messages in a span of 5 days from the black nurse intern who had a carribean accent telling me my test results came back negative. The crazy part was in all of the messages she left, she kept repeating herself telling me the same thing. Your results came back negative and if you have any questions or concerns you can call me directly on my personal phone and left her number. Wtf !
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I went to get a std test once and my doctor was a attractive asian female. She did her standard preliminary examination and embarrassingly enough I got a huge erection infront of her. I was so terrified and extremely nervous. She noticed my nervousness and especially my erection. She said to me don't worry it's normal and continued her physical examination with the biggest smile. Afterwards she took me to another room and had me wait there. While waiting for her to return to the other room. When she was about to return, I heard her by the door saying "you have to see the size of his penis, he's hung like a horse", then she knocked on the door and walked in with two other female nurses. A white woman and a black woman. She said If you don't mind I have a two interns in training that I brought with me to assist me in the testing. At that point I was mortified. She instructed them on how to swab my penis with a Qtip. She had one of them hold my penis while instructing the other one how to swab the Qtip in my urethra. I was so embarrassed and ashamed yet at the same time I was extremely erect. The look on white nurses face who was holding my penis looked like she was in shock. I couldn't wait for all of it to be over and done with. A few days later I received three voice messages in a span of 5 days from the black nurse intern who had a carribean accent telling me my test results came back negative. The crazy part was in all of the messages she left, she kept repeating herself telling me the same thing. Your results came back negative and if you have any questions or concerns you can call me directly on my personal phone and left her number. Wtf !
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I agree that it was totally inappropriate. But the medical code still favors doctor's interest above patient's. I would resent a registered nurse barging in on an exam which is precisely what happened twice this past year. Granted, they weren't secretaries, but they certainly weren't participants, just arrogant spectators, & not there throughout the entire exam, so they were not chaperoning. I have NO LEAGAL RECOURSE & MY COMPLAINTS WERE RIDICULED NY THE MD & MO Licensing Boards. So in citing a code of ethics, there is a loophole: doctors hold the cards & have Carte Blanche to get away with anything -- & they do.
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Have you heard of the term "Authoritative Personality" ? It means someone who asserts the people in power are always right. That sets the stage for abuse. He doesn't have to take everything a physician dishes out!
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That's wrong! Personnel that are not trained to be chaperones should never be used as such! If it were me, I would have declined and left. Your dignity and personal rights were violated and I would have filed a complaint and asked for an investigation. Then, let's see if the receptionist is laughing then!
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The medical code? Favor's the doctors interest above the patients? What are you talking about? You don't have a clue! Have you ever heard of the patient's bill of Rights? Sounds like you need to do some reading. A patient can refuse care at any time and if they want to leave, they can! It's called AMA! Look it up. this patient could have made another appointment with this clinic or any other clinic he so chooses.
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What patient's Bill of Rights? The medical board is the moral equivalent of the fox guarding the hen house It's a joke! A right is as valid as it's ability to be enforced & who enforces "patient rights" outside of civil court for those wealthy enough to afford lawyers . If you're a victim of surgical malpractice or medical misconduct you better be wealthy!
Tell your story to Ellen Carter & everyone of James Heap's victims, all of whom had staff employed chaperones present while they were violated, & who lied on Heap's & UCLA's behalf. The sexual abuse never ended by the intervention of Heap's UCLA peers & employers! The medical board didn't stop him (it NEVER does because they are doctors!) ! No patient's "Bill of Rights" stopping Heaps & his ilk. The only intervention was criminal as Heaps was carted away in handcuffs by the police & hopefully will spend the rest of his life getting payback in prison showers. Countless incidents, & many more victims out there, but their ordeals will continue to go unredressed thanks to people like you siding against the underdog.
Tell your story to Ellen Carter & everyone of James Heap's victims, all of whom had staff employed chaperones present while they were violated, & who lied on Heap's & UCLA's behalf. The sexual abuse never ended by the intervention of Heap's UCLA peers & employers! The medical board didn't stop him (it NEVER does because they are doctors!) ! No patient's "Bill of Rights" stopping Heaps & his ilk. The only intervention was criminal as Heaps was carted away in handcuffs by the police & hopefully will spend the rest of his life getting payback in prison showers. Countless incidents, & many more victims out there, but their ordeals will continue to go unredressed thanks to people like you siding against the underdog.
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That's you answer to patient abuse? If you don't like mistreatment, go to the next facility where you'll get yet another pie in the face, because they make all the rules to suit themselves & operate similarly. ? That's not freedom of choice & no bill of rights if a doctor's misdeeds can't put his license at stake.
Under no circumstances will I ever believe the words, "I'm in the medical profession to help others". No, it's the job security & power, & they operate with a God complex and need to be pushed back against in everyway.
Again, you have the mentality of a Brown Shirt, or your a doctor. Either way, you have no moral compass & have nerve telling me to read.
Under no circumstances will I ever believe the words, "I'm in the medical profession to help others". No, it's the job security & power, & they operate with a God complex and need to be pushed back against in everyway.
Again, you have the mentality of a Brown Shirt, or your a doctor. Either way, you have no moral compass & have nerve telling me to read.
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I agree 100%. Chaperones work for the facility aren't impartial & constitute dignity violations against decent, modest patients. IMO , on a sliding scale, any violation of a patients dignity is a low level form of sexual misconduct
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