I didn't vote. I think I'd be borderline. I never chewed any doctors out, I just left.
Had a particularly rough time with one doctor who claimed to be treating me for fibromyalgia but then started saying ambiguous things about depression, and started limiting my fibromyalgia treatment options in favor of drugs that treat depression. Eventually, I said, "If I refuse treatment for depression, will you treat me for fibromyalgia?"
Yes, he said, but "his lawyers" would want me to be taking anti-depressants. This was after he burst into the room, telling me that I was "manipulative" for having my therapist call him (she offered, after the last appointment where he told me that I was DEPRESSED and he wanted me to tell my therapist that she was doing a bad job and that I needed a new therapist.)
I asked my therapist how the phone conversation went. She said he wouldn't let her get a word in edgewise, that I was depressed, should just admit it and then I'd have some "great epiphany" and start getting better.
Finding I was spending more time talking about how to handle communicating to my doctor than actually getting help with coping with having a life-changing illness, I decided to find a new doctor. The doctor that was giving me all kinds of problems told me that I was "lucky to have him, because most doctors won't even bother with fibromyalgia patients!" I'm glad I decided to prove him wrong. I have a doctor who really DOES seem genuinely interested and helpful and professional, now.
When I stopped therapy (not long after finding a new doctor), my therapist told me, "I think it was really good for you that you stopped seeing that doctor..."
Doctors have done more damage than good. Before I had my diagnosis, I had a rheumatologist who wrote in my records that I had fibromyalgia, but allowed me to believe I just had osteoarthritis. He wrote to my PCP(s)... I returned to my old PCP who had been out after shoulder surgery. He should have had the letter from the rheumy.
He told me I was depressed. When I insisted that I didn't feel I was depressed, he told me I "wasn't his patient" and hurried me out the door, telling me to go back to his colleague (who I'd seen for the months he was out after his operation).
His colleague was abrasive about my "little list" that I had with me (poor memory), shoved anti-depressant scripts into my hand, and then shuttled me out the door angrily.
This was prior to my diagnosis. I experienced self-doubt, fear, frustration, anger and felt very abandoned by the medical community. I wanted to get better, and I was in so much pain and so tired that going to work was torturous. A job I previously loved, I felt incompetent and insecure because my cognitive abilities were slipping away and I was on the border of physical collapse.
I did become depressed, had suicidal thoughts. I called it "doctor-assisted depression."
Years later, I have a diagnoses, I have a good doctor, I have developed coping skills and knowledge about my illness. I set do-able, modest goals, pace myself, listen to my body...
I could have been at this stage a whole lot earlier, and it wouldn't have had the extra obstacle of dealing with the emotions associated with being rejected by the doctors I entrusted with my health and well-being.
Sorry for being so lengthy. It's been a long road.