Your worst Pdoc ever

My first Pdoc got arrested for over billing insurance company. He had his photo in first page of newspaper. Had his practice closed.
Then my second Pdoc was a predator pervert who got me addicted to opioids.
I had a Pdoc a few years ago who up and closed his office and sold building. All in the 3 months I was in CR. Couldn't get my records. Had no idea where he went. A few years later he started texting my husband's cell phone every few days. Weirdo. Even was telling him about vacations he was taking. They were never friends. The only reason he had my husband's cell phone number was it was on intake form.
Did you ever have a weird Pdoc experience?

My worst Pdoc ever was the one feeding me all these messed up drugs when I was in the Day Program right out of the hospital back in 2007. Basically, I couldn't even write my hands were so messed up. I was a zombie most of the time, and was drinking heavily.

Not really except two in a row left for maternity leave- their first. Then I had to find a new Pdoc (again).

My first psychiatrist was a resident in a hospital. I never met him until I was being discharged. He misdiagnosed me with Borderline Personality Disorder. This based on a survey I completed with an emergency room nurse while I was in the middle of an anxiety attack. He prescribed me absolutely the worst possible medications he could have which directly triggered a resulting hospitalization only months later.

I was initially assigned after this a 'psychiatrist'. It turned out she was a regular family physician working on her psychiatric specialization. "Sessions" consisted of my arriving to her office where upon she would have me sit for a half hour and listen to relaxation tapes. In three months we spoke only once - which meant my sitting there listening to her talk about what a deaadbeat dad her ex was. I eventually reported her. That was a tortuous experience but I won.

The first pdoc I ever had was probably the worst. He refused to change my meds even when they clearly were not working for me. I had tried to kill myself by overdosing on seroquel and the hospital had taken me off of it. He asked why they took me off it and I said "Probably because I tried to kill myself with it," and he said "you'd think so but that wouldn't be a reason psychiatrist take people off meds," and I said "but wouldn't that mean the damned drug wasn't working?" He didn't have a response. But basically if I wanted a med change I would have to go to the hospital. He had no compassion or empathy for me either.

I was also supposed to see this one doctor. Every time I was supposed to see him he cancelled his appointments a week before (this happened about 3 or 4 times). When I actually made it to his appointment I waited over an hour in the waiting room for him and he never showed up so I just left. I'm convinced he doesn't exist and everyone was just screwing with me.

I had a shrink who shared my information with people and would make fun of me in public. I was 21, 22; he was 35, 36. A couple years later, I saw him on the street and he tried to stare me down.

Keep in mind, he gave me involuntary shock that I didn't find out about until years later. (("So that's where my memories went?!?!")). This at an over priced, for proft hell hole.

One hadn't seen me, whilst basing the diagnosis on what others had suggested. But once I made an appointment for a second opinion with (obviously) another psychiatrist, he correctly diagnosed me and turned out to very kind and knowlegeable, the best psychiatrist I've met so far (but only a few times) while I thought he was the worst.

My worst was a lady who didn't come to her
Office until very late. If your appointment was at 3 youd probably see her around 8pm. She was odd. They never returned phone calls. I heard the receptionist lie once on voicemail and say she wasn't coming in bc she was sick....I was sitting there waiting g hours to see her-she was late like usual but not sick. She would talk an hour a appointment-so you'd be there til 9 or 10 pm. I ended up ip while seeing her and when I told intake who I was seeing they said don't go back to see her because they see a lot of her patients.

Her practice is now closed...

With any appointment, doctor or otherwise, I always phone ahead to confirm and find out if the individual is running on time. It saves me wasting my own time and I certainly don't get as upset as I otherwise would.

My worst refused to change my meds even though they obviously weren't working. At every appointment he'd talk endlessly about himself. He almost never asked me any questions or anything. He's well known as being one of the worst Medicaid ones in our county and we see his patients in our e&t very frequently. Many of our peers have had him, and their stories are similar. Every time I had an appointment with him, I'd have to wait about an hour over the appointment time to see him for 15 minutes, and all he'd talk about was how great his life was. I finally got very manic and in his face and demanded he change my meds because they clearly weren't working and he LOWERED them. I was like WTF? I went back to the private doc I couldn't afford.

I had one who had considerable issues. She would constantly refer to me as "a psych patient". "No alcohol because you're a psych patient." "No wonder you feel depressed, you are a psych patient."

She apperantly was even more grossly abusive with some of her patients. She was eventually escorted out of the clinic by security.

One power tripper said if I didn't take what he prescribed exactly as he prescribed it he would have me hospitalized. He prescribed way too many meds and they often worked against each other. If I tried to switch doctors he would make sure they would know I was a problem patient. I quit seeing him and all Pdocs ended up in the hospital and when I tried to tell them I wouldn't take meds any more because Pdocs were power tripping they got an order to force meds.

The worse was a Pnurse who insisted I had to be on benzos to control my anxiety, despite the fact that they didn't work and made me a zombie. So glad to have a pdoc that isn't doing that.

The doctor I had in the spring of this year. She was horrible. She took me off of clonazepam in two months. She had me drugged out on seroquel and I tried to kill myself (first suicide attempt ever). She wanted to wean me off of lamictal and put me on depakote and when I didn't want to she called my caseworker and told him I wasn't being med compliant and I ended up getting a court date (I was on a three month commitment at the time because of the suicide attempt and had to be med compliant).

At our last appointment (besides reporting me to my caseworker) she completely freaked out because I didn't want to be on an antipsychotic. It was scary. I was scared! She was yelling at me about how I was going to go psychotic again and clacking away at her keyboard. I thought she was going to break her keyboard. Just bad. She was really frustrated with me.

Granted... I did end up going psychotic again because I wasn't on an antipsychotic, so she'd been right, but still. Jesus.

I fired her.

Honestly, from that experience I don't trust pdocs anymore. She really ****ed me up bad.

When I was in my teens I had a psychiatrist that was always an hour late, and always forgot my name and what my problems were. It was like starting with a new pdoc every session.

After being transferred to a new psychiatrist while IP (my old one was close to retirement) she saw me three times and then discharged me even though I was very unstable with SI. When I saw her for my follow-up appointment six days later I was actively suicidal and told her the AD's she gave me were making me crazy and I couldn't stop myself from ending my life that day. I was desperate. All she said was that she couldn't help me and to stay on the AD and see her in two weeks. I said I would be dead in two weeks. She was unmoved. I attempted suicide after the appointment and nearly died. When I saw her for the last time ( I changed psychiatrists) she said she didn't expect me to do what I did. WTF, I made it clear I couldn't stop myself and needed help. At the time I was diagnosed with BPD and I think the stigma blinded her to the seriousness of my situation. My T was livid at the treatment I received.

When I was in grad school I saw a pdoc for 2 years and then he died suddenly in an accident. The school didn't handle it very gently which made it harder and then when I went to see his replacement about 5 minutes into it she said "Are you bipolar?". Had she taken time to know me she would have known I was TERRIFIED of that dx because my father had it and I didn't want to be like him. I ran out of there.

Then the next time I was convinced by a friend to see a pdoc I saw one who thought if I was able to work in healthcare that I couldn't have anything wrong with me. I was severely depressed and she was documenting normal functioning. At the same time I was coming home from work and climbing into bed in filthy scrubs and staying there, eating canned ravioli and little else. I was becoming paranoid and delusional at times and she was totally missing it. It was a horrible situation. She even documented her belief that healthcare professionals are not bipolar. Then, to cap it all, 3 years later her practice came after me for a few thousand dollars my insurance hadn't paid them. I told them it wasn't covered and they insisted it was, until years later. I was really mad about that one.

Whoa that is so out of line and very creepy. This guy took his number from a medical document and started casually texting? I would of blocked him (if you can from your phone) a long time ago.

And yea I've had some real winners over the years myself. Not alone there. One pdoc last year prescribed me a stimulant when I'm not even ADHD and it had been written all over my file that i had a substance abuse problem. I ended up abusing them. Badly. And because of the mood swings the abuse caused, I lost my job. Finally a new pdoc took me off them because i was so anxious and wound up all the time. Because of the horrible abuse I did with them, my dopamine levels plummeted from not having a phetamine anymore and i fell into an extremely deep dark depression. Yes I'm the addict so maybe I am to blame. But if only that dr would of took 2 seconds to glance at my file he should of known what I'd end up doing with them. Or maybe he's so careless that he did know and gave them to me anyways. I'll always wonder that.

I had one who was running a pill mill and was trying to get me to go on adderal. He kept pushing and pushing. I read the report on him and he was giving out to the average person like 4 stimulants, 4 strong pain pills, 4 benzos. He was really weird too.

Then I had another that was really old school and wouldn't take me off zyprexa. He wasn't willing to try different things. I was using it for sleep. I finally got a new pnurse and now I'm stable and have lost 50lbs.

You're right about creepy casual texting. And my husband works in Bangledesh and he had to pay high dollar for all of these messages. Plus at first he thought something was wrong.
I did mention to him the blocking thing. When he comes to CR I'll ask him what's up.
Thanks.

Sorry to hear so many here have had such bad experiences with pdocs.

One of my worst pdocs would cut me off and generally acted like she did not care about anything I was saying. She would just stare at me with a blank look, interrupt me, go way off topic and talk about herself, write prescriptions without ever discussing options if the meds were not working well. She hardly ever asked me any questions at all. I saw a review of her online recently where someone said she was very abrasive and that she called attention to a teenage patient's acne, making the girl feel more insecure, when they were not even there to see her for that. Sadly, I can see this pdoc doing that. She was never tactful and not very helpful.

Also, when I was in a horrible mixed mania, she would not answer any of my questions or explain anything. I asked her what could help me feel better and told her I was nervous for my life. She just shrugged and said, "I don't know what's wrong." Then, I was out the door with prescriptions and no help, no education or explanation for anything, no hope.

When I had to go on work leave, this pdoc was on vacation for a month and offered no coverage. Her office staff just said, "There's nothing we can do," so I had to find someone else and pay a lot of money out of pocket. It led me to a much better Psychiatrist who is now covered by my new insurance though.

My first pdoc/therapist was such a pervert! I was only 13 and I was fat then and he said if I lost weight I would be so sexy because I had big boobs and a pretty face. He would always stare at my chest while trying to give me 'advice' on how to make my life better, but it was always about my looks. Again, I was only 13! He didn't care why I was cutting, he just said it didn't look good. One day he brushed up against my boobs and I never saw him again. I refused therapy for 3 years after that. It took literally 10 years before I found a good therapist. It's a long time but she was worth it. She's a sassy black lady and she tells me how it is straight out and I needed that. She's helped me so much! So yes, there are bad pdocs/therapists out there, and I'm so sorry you all went through the issues with your therapists, but stick it out, and you have a good chance of eventually finding one you like. Good luck everyone! Keep trying!

Sounds a lot like Karnik...

Again, sounds a lot like the one I mentioned... he kept saying since I wasn't locked up, I was functioning. If he had LISTENED to anything I said ever... it wasn't until I went pretty far manic on him and got in his face that he started taking me seriously and then he started spacing our appointments out... I think he was afraid of me at that point. I was pretty nasty.