Does this sound like post-traumatic stress disorder? In 2000, I was diagnosed with UC (even though the consultant told my GP it was all in my head). Five years later, when I was 35, I got seriously ill. I was admitted to the hospital twice in two weeks. They did tests and x-rays, then sent me home. But I got much worse. I couldn't even keep water down at this stage and was in agonizing pain all the time.
I had a doctor come to see me late at night alone. He was so cruel to me and threatened me because I had been to see him a few times in the past. He never believed me. He said that I was taking up valuable bed space for people who were really sick and that I should go home to the kitchen where I belong. He then came right up in my face, almost touching noses, and said if I persist in the lies, he would personally take me down to the operating theater himself and remove all my bowel so I would be stuck with a bag for life, like a pathetic, smelly old woman. Is that what you want? Is it? he shouted. Then he left before saying, "I don't want to see you again."
I was taken down for a colonoscopy the next day, where they found that my bowel was almost falling apart. I was too ill to operate on and had to have blood transfusions. Finally, I went down for the operation and woke up still in agony. They couldn't control my pain. I went down four more times as things kept going wrong. They had to resite the stoma as the other one went necrotic. I spent eight months in the same ward. I was treated like a piece of meat. My family was also treated horribly, not by all the nurses, but by a lot of them. I saw horrors you wouldn't believe. The neglect was horrible. I was left without water all day in a chair because I had lost all muscle in my legs, so I couldn't walk for months. I couldn't get up, so I collapsed and woke up with my family around me crying. This was my son's 8th birthday, and he and my husband were at wrestling. They phoned him and told him over the phone that I had had a stroke.
The pain carried on. My doctor phoned McMillan Care for help with pain relief. I was put on ketamine, but it still didn't work. I was in high dependency for a while. Then I was back on the ward, and the next few months were just as bad. I was shaken by a male nurse, left to sit in my own urine, dropped, and nurses would laugh when a male patient kept trying to get into bed with me. They would withhold morphine, and I had to tell them over and over not to let me go too long without pain relief, but they were always too busy to listen. I was taken for an X-ray in a wheelchair and left in the hallway opposite a waiting room in the middle of the day with blood pouring from my back end and being sick. They had a lot of complaints from people in the waiting room. I was black and blue twice a day from having blood taken. They had collapsed my veins, so they started on my feet and groin. I had tubes in both jugulars and was also tube-fed. I lost 5 stone in this time. There is probably lots more, but I have tried to push it to the back of my mind. It was the worst year of my life. It's been 6 years now, and I have flashbacks all the time, mostly at night when I close my eyes. It's a scary place.
I'm just plodding through life. I think I have depression. I feel numb and tired and have a "can't be bothered" attitude, which is not like me at all. I have been married for 24 years, and lately, I have not been a nice wife. I'm very snappy. I feel unloved, but is that just me? I have 4 children, and I'm snappy with them too. And a beautiful granddaughter. I haven't spoken to anybody about this because, for one, I don't think they would believe me, and I would be a blubbering mess and wouldn't be able to get it out. I was just looking up depression and came across PTSD, which ticks a lot of my symptoms, especially the flashbacks. They say to go to the doctors, but where the hell would I start? Does anybody have similar thoughts? Any help would be greatly appreciated.