Comments by "Widdekuu91" (@Widdekuu91) on "Nurses Confess their SINS" video.
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Agreed! My first surgeon-assistant assured me (with the surgeon) that it would take 10 minutes. The local numbing did not work properly, but they said they'd be quick.
45 minutes later, it was really not working anymore and I was weeping in silence. After a particular harsh movement with the pliers, I sortof cried out.
She said; 'You remind me of a mother giving birth, the way you are heaving and crying' and she then proceeded to mock me for several minutes, telling me to 'push push, mommy!' and faking breathing-exercises with me (while I asked her to stop) and she kept cackling and laughing over me and telling me I sounded like a woman giving birth.
I emailed the surgeon, saying I did not want her for the next time. I then got a very calm and friendly woman that asked me if she could take my ponytail out, so I would lat flat properly (the first one yanked it out (together with a load of hair) without asking) and she told me that I was doing very well. It took another 45 minutes, drilling, cutting open my gums further and further, but I was absolutely okay with her.
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Agreed, but the same goes for teachers. I used to teach/care for children aged 4 to 12 and I have had at least 4-5 coworkers (granted, out of 20) that were horrific and genuinely hated a few kids for no good reason.
Physically dragging them across the floor, instead of making them walk to the hallway, mocking them if they had peed their pants (in fear) and explaining to very strict/tough parents that they felt that the kid didn't deserve to play with his friends that day, over an accidental glass of water they spilled that day.
Especially talking about the kid in front of them, as if they were evil (like walking past a kid in the hallway and casually making them overhear; 'The kid that they accidentally pushed now has a gaping hole in their head, I hope there is no surgery needed" while the victimkid literally was only scratched and the kid in the hallway did not mean to push them.)
That sortof nastyness. I always spoke up about it and was always told that 'it was just discipline' and I was send off to do some dishes, since I was the intern.
One time I managed to protect a child from the teacher, that was about to "taunt him' because the kid he accidentally hurt, had to go to the doctor to get stitches.
He was crying in guilt already and it was an absolute accident, I was holding him to make him feel better and the teacher came in, started taunting him and I sang over her taunting and went; 'And we're going to say goodbye to Teacher wendyyyyy and wave her goodbye! Goooodbye Wendy! What a beautiful day it is today, lalala' until she rolled her eyes at me and left.
The kid was 4 and he was autistic, how cruel she was.
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I hope you are not the friend, because I'm about to share something that he shouldn't read.
Same here, although I do believe in the good of people, I have a deep distrust towards people that need to help me physically.
When I am in controll of picking the one I want, it is okay. Especially when I can bring someone to help me or something. And when I am strong and in controll. I will just say; 'Stop!' as I have learned to allow myself to do.
But the two times that I was nót in controll of picking someone and/orable to say 'No" I got two uneducated workers that were 100% not-on-my-side.
In short, one of them was a caretaker that tried to jam a spoon in my mouth, full of food to 'feed me' because I looked like I was going to pass out.
Newsflash, I was indeed about to pass out from exhaustion and irondeficiency, but a spoonfull of bacon, rice, apple and sticky sauce was not going to help me breathe better.
When I refused and moved my head away, she pushed it in anyway and when I spat it out on the bed, she tried again. Once she called my dad, I whispered to give the phone to me, but she ignored me and shared half-the-story (to make it seem as if I was being fussy about eating.)
I don't have a eatingdisorder or something, btw, she was not worried about that. But she did not accept that I did not want to eat and asked my dad permission to make me eat the food, despite me 'not feeling like it.'
It took all my strength to yell out; 'It is not that I'm not feeling like it, I am about to faint!' and that definitely changed my dad's mind about whether or not I should receive more encouragement about eating that stuff.
The other incapable asshole was a teacher that "had done a first aid course" and (I wish I was kidding) mocked me when I nearly fainted on the floor.
He invited the entire classroom over to watch, as he shook my arm and asked me; 'What does it mean if I can't feel a pulse? I can't feel your heartbeat in your wrist, what does that mean? HM? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHAT DO YOU THINK?"
I could not answer and just shook my head and he said; 'IT MEANS YOU ARE DEAD, THAT YOU ARE DEAD. YOU ARE DEAD!' and then got up and left me on the floor, as he walked off to get someone else to help me, because he was angry.
Later he pushed me away from the sink, onto the floor, because I was not allowed to vomit in the sink (he felt) and he made a comment about me being high and taking drugs (knowing very well that I was not on drugs) to the classroom, to mock me.
When I tried to get up and nearly fell, he called me a dramaqueen and walked off. I had to lay on the floor in an officeroom (nearby) for an hour before I could stand without feeling dizzy.
A.k.a. if I can give the person permission and I can pick the helper, I am okay with their help, as long as they tell me what they will do beforehand and ask permission.
Anyone that touches me without permission and anyone that hurts me on purpose and mocks me, can prepare for a whole lot of nasty Karma from the Universe.
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