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Shapely Prose is collecting stories of fatphobic encounters with medical professionals. If you have any, please send them over.Kate Harding of |
2007-07-20 10:41 am (UTC)
Thanks for those links. I've spent a useful and enlightening couple of hours reading and chasing up links. And I ended up in fathletes
which is cool :-)
Personally I've been pretty lucky with my doctors. They were supportive and encouraging when I *was* losing weight but let me do it on my own terms, and have not brought it up once themselves when I put it all back on again, but have offered to help in any way they can when I've mentioned it myself.
The one thing I remember really bugging me was when I went for the health check with the nurse on joining my last practice we were working down a screen of questions on the computer but she just skipped the weight one, until I insisted on being weighed. It was almost like trying not to mention it in case I got offended because I was fat.
When my BMI was just in the overweight category (like only a tiny bit past "normal"), I had a practise nurse go on at me about healthy eating etc - which I already knew, and was working on. I went to see her for an asthma checkup...
Last time I went to see my previous doctor he told me I should lose weight. I asked how much. I'm 22 stone, he reckoned I should be 13 stone, which is ridiculous for someone 6'3". But I humoured him, and asked how. He said "take more exercise", so I pointed out that I was boxing twice a week, playing squash once a week (and those are probably two of the most strenuous workouts you can get) and walking 2 to 4 miles a day.
"Oh", he said.
Then I fired him.