Learning to trust my voice again after medical gaslighting
I didn’t feel I could speak my truth on social media, I was anxious every time I pressed post, even writing an email made me anxious. These were partly the effects of medical gaslighting.
I still remember the shame I left the doctor’s office with after extensive testing and him telling me I was as healthy as an eagle. I had felt like a child inventing excuses — a child whose voice couldn’t be trusted.
While all the doctors and alternative practitioners telling me that I wasn’t really sick were wrong, I internalised their message, believing my truth was wrong in some way.
I found myself second-guessing every pain or every symptom:
Am I just exaggerating this?
Am I creating my own symptoms?
Am I just stressed and burnt out?
Perhaps they’re right and I need to heal traumas?
Am I doing the right thing?
But this second-guessing was not only directed at my body — I started to second-guess everything, especially my writing and creativity.
I didn’t feel I could speak my truth on social media, I was anxious every time I pressed post, even writing an email made me anxious, and after any conversation I had I would go over it again and again and again to check what I said, expecting I had said something stupid or wrong.
I could see something fragile had fractured within me and after several years of ‘visibility anxiety’ I finally understood that it had a cause. It wasn’t my personality that was the problem, it was partly the trauma of medical gaslighting that was causing it.
Learning to trust my voice again has been one of the hardest parts of healing from trauma. It’s still a work in progress, but I wanted to share with you the things I did to move toward healing.
Naming and validating my experience
It took me many years to understand that I had been medically gaslighted. It also took me many years to understand how shame from medical gaslighting was keeping me from speaking, writing and creating my truth. There were years where my illness was so severe that I couldn’t do any form of inner work, but as my brain started to clear up with medication and self-compassionate pacing I could start doing the work.
I journaled a lot (both on paper/screen and in my mind) about the feelings I had from being medically gaslighted and how I had felt it affected the way I see my truth and the way I expect others to see it. In that way I was slowly able to separate out what was the real me and what were the effects of medical gaslighting. It gave me a space to process it without judgment.
Understanding how perfectionism is a symptom of trauma
I have always considered myself a healthy perfectionist, which means I work hard, but I also know when I’ve done my best and that my best is exactly as it needs to be.
But after having been medically gaslighted I noticed how the unhealthy kind of perfectionism crept in. This manifested as a part of me setting impossible standards for myself, never feeling like I or my work was good enough, an incessant fear of saying the wrong thing and generally feeling not good enough or even worthy of being heard.
I still remember the day when I made the connection. I was having a conversation with myself in my mind about how uncomfortable this perfectionism was getting, how I felt it was ruining and slowing down my work, how I had to spend extra energy wading through difficult feelings, and it struck me: This isn’t you! It’s trauma! And a large chunk of that stems from having been medically gaslighted.
Witnessing my shame
I have a personality type (INFJ) that is highly prone to shame. You may have read how I stopped practicising and performing music at some point in my late teenage years because I didn’t feel good enough. Well, that was the voice of shame.
It got worse after medical gaslighting. I have written about medical gaslighting and shame before. I wrote:
“The smart thing about shame is that it makes you not want to speak up about what happened to you, because deep inside you feel like it is your fault. There is a sense of embarrassment embedded in shame. I felt like I wasn’t really sick, like I was creating my own symptoms. I felt shame for even having wasted his time, embarassed that I wasn’t worth a doctor’s ear. And I kept quiet about it, at the time, because that is how shame works.”
According to Francis Weller, shame thrives in secrecy. The antidote to shame is it being witnessed, validated and by finding a sense of belonging in community.
As I am bedbound I cannot find a physical community to witness and validate my shame, so I did this myself. I practiced self-witnessing and validated my experiences by talking to myself, and I meditated on feeling a sense of belonging with my fellow chronically ill and isolated peers.
It was also partly why I started The Bed Perspective. I wanted more community and a way to practice trusting my voice again.
Talking to my inner child
I always try to stay connected to my inner child and I noticed she had grown silent and small in the years after being medically gaslighted. I did a lot of work with her. Talking to her, interviewing her, giving her compassion, telling her over and over again that her voice matters, even though events in her life may have proven otherwise. I asked her what her truth was, what she thought of this and that and how she saw the world.
While all this worked, she particularly lit up when I found a way to record my songs from bed and my wheelchair. During this process we worked together on not feeling good enough to share my music with the world. It was a long, tough process.
It has taken me many years to learn how to trust my voice again after many years of medical gaslighting and all the triggers and trauma that come with it. I still feel like I have a lot of work to do and I’m sure more stuff will come up.
Tell me…
Have you experienced medical gaslighting? How did it affect you?
How do you deal with shame?
What work have you done to trust and find your voice?
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Oh Madeleine, yes absolutely I have been medically gaslighted. The worst time was back in 1989, when I had a severe virus and took many weeks to recover. I was sent to an expert diagnostician who pronounced me perfectly healthy and who asked if I had broken up with a boyfriend or if I was stressed about exam s (!) I had taken the day off work, and decided I might as well have my annual optometry eye test as I passed their shop on my way home. After a few minutes of testing the optometrist asked: “How long have you been out of hospital? Should you be out & about alone? They should have warned you we wouldn’t be able to check your eye sight so soon after a major illness.” Accoeding to my eye test that day, I was legally blind, because the muscles of my eyes were so fatigued they coud not hold focus and kept randomly focussing at different distances. Distressed, I apologized and assured him I wasn’t doing it on purpose and I would try harder. He was shocked and coaxed the tale of my recent medical histoey out of me. He told me that “the eyes don’t lie” and this was a syndrome they only ever saw in people who had or were newly recovered from a major systemic illness. He encouraged me to take a taxi home, rather than public transport, if I could possibly afford it. He also begged me to find another doctor. “You are sick and you need a doctor to be making sure you get better and don’t go back to work too soon.” Thanks to that eye doctor I am more resistant to medical gaslighting but I still dread it every time I see a new health professional.
Absolutely a victim of medical gaslighting, so much so that I put off going to the GP for as long as I possibly have, because I dread what they are going to come up with this time. As a trauma survivor also I have definitely distrusted myself so many times, and often find myself doubting my illness, my symptoms and my abilities as a writer, looking for validation more than I should. Recognising it helps, and knowing I am not alone helps too, thanks for your words 😃