I didn't have a doctor I liked until I was 23. If you ask my mother, everything was going nicely until suddenly I took a dislike to the family doctor. No. I didn't connect with the family doctor from the get-go and after he broke confidentiality at 16, I thought, never again. For three years, I didn't see a doctor at all.

I remember being disgusted one day with one of the nurses at the Day Infusion Centre when she asked why they didn't use a certain treatment for MS for a neurological condition that I have. And I replied, "Not for me." She asked me why not, and then another nurse said that a particularly disgusting neurologist I had the misfortune of seeing loved a particular treatment that only requires two infusions a year. I know someone who has MS who has the two infusions a year AND the same treatment that I have, but they don't see the horrible neurologist. The horrible neurologist is that arrogant and I would not recommend her to any autistic patient as she expects you to answer questions in around two words and she has no patience and no understanding of humanity. She doesn't understand that an autistic person may have difficulty with expressing themselves in the same way as a neurotypical and would probably, if you said, "Look, that is a huge change to routine," reply, "Oh, you just don't want to do this or that." She allegedly asked a patient if they wanted to try a new infusion drug (I suspect this one) and when they declined, asked if they were happy being a burden on their family. This disgusting neurologist even put friends of mine in tears with her nastiness and rudeness.

I am more comfortable with a doctor from a marginalised background (my PCP is Chinese-Malaysian and female). This disgusting neurologist is from a privileged background, I suspect. Most of my other specialists are female and I have a better rapport with them than a male. Obviously, not the horrible neurologist, and I have one male who is an exception.