Let's just say, not quite laughing, but blaming.
I came to see a local psychotherapist about prolonged depression, after a couple of sessions she began to declare that it was all "my black clothes and a sad face", and my depression was made up. The psychologist's tests confirmed the opposite, but after each reception I felt guilty both in my condition and in all the deadly sins. Well, in general, with a smile and chuckles, she treated this as nonsense. You know, it's very sad when they laugh at you at home, and even more so the doctor thinks that I "made it up myself". I changed the specialist, everything worked out, but it's unpleasant to remember.
Was! And it was a rather delicate problem, and laughing at it seemed a little strange to me.
I went to the hospital after getting painful during sex. A few hours later the pain became literally unbearable, my boyfriend and I went to the hospital. There, the doctor examined me, talked to my boyfriend, and in front of several workers at the reception began to make fun of us. She said phrases like "you need to have sex more gently" and "your boyfriend, it seems to me, has a big dick." p>