Hi everyone!
I want to share something that happened yesterday without going into too much detail. I am not too sure where this best fits. If it isn't here, mods - please feel free to relocate!
I have been sick for the past week and in and out of the hospital. I have an infection in my uterus and antibiotics will clear it up so it isn't a big deal. On Monday I had my initial visit to the ER and they did a full pelvic exam, blood work, etc. I was put on antibiotics and sent home. Then I was allergic to those antibiotics and went back to the hospital, got new ones, was allergic to those and went back again, I was treated for the reaction and sent home and told to go again the next day for new medication.
I went back on Thursday and this time there was no interpreter available. They tried to get an interpreter but there wasn't anyone. I needed the medication and we went ahead anyway writing notes. They said they had to do another pelvic exam and I initially said no. I eventually gave consent to a bimanual exam, no speculum. The doctor started and it was painful. I started to cry and I was voicing "stop! Stop! Stop!" but the doctor kept going. I started signing "STOP" too, but that didn't help either. The doctor couldn't understand me and I was extremely upset by this. I was still crying when I left the office.
Long story but I ended up speaking with police later that night. The police were clueless. They didn't understand how to work with an interpreter. They didn't understand that the interpreter who had been going for almost 6 hours alone had to switch out (but the terp stood up for herself) and when they did switch out they were completely unaware of the interpreters role and how it all worked. They had no idea that Deaf Culture existed. Honestly, how little they knew blew me away.
I guess I just got another lesson in the value of effective communication. So did others. I will say that I learned something from it and that is that unless I am absolutely dying I will not accept medical treatment again without an interpreter! I am also making it my mission to educate the community and municipal services. It still baffles me to this day that some people just don't get it. They don't get us. If they treated another minority group the same way there would be consequences. I just don't get it.
I want to share something that happened yesterday without going into too much detail. I am not too sure where this best fits. If it isn't here, mods - please feel free to relocate!
I have been sick for the past week and in and out of the hospital. I have an infection in my uterus and antibiotics will clear it up so it isn't a big deal. On Monday I had my initial visit to the ER and they did a full pelvic exam, blood work, etc. I was put on antibiotics and sent home. Then I was allergic to those antibiotics and went back to the hospital, got new ones, was allergic to those and went back again, I was treated for the reaction and sent home and told to go again the next day for new medication.
I went back on Thursday and this time there was no interpreter available. They tried to get an interpreter but there wasn't anyone. I needed the medication and we went ahead anyway writing notes. They said they had to do another pelvic exam and I initially said no. I eventually gave consent to a bimanual exam, no speculum. The doctor started and it was painful. I started to cry and I was voicing "stop! Stop! Stop!" but the doctor kept going. I started signing "STOP" too, but that didn't help either. The doctor couldn't understand me and I was extremely upset by this. I was still crying when I left the office.
Long story but I ended up speaking with police later that night. The police were clueless. They didn't understand how to work with an interpreter. They didn't understand that the interpreter who had been going for almost 6 hours alone had to switch out (but the terp stood up for herself) and when they did switch out they were completely unaware of the interpreters role and how it all worked. They had no idea that Deaf Culture existed. Honestly, how little they knew blew me away.
I guess I just got another lesson in the value of effective communication. So did others. I will say that I learned something from it and that is that unless I am absolutely dying I will not accept medical treatment again without an interpreter! I am also making it my mission to educate the community and municipal services. It still baffles me to this day that some people just don't get it. They don't get us. If they treated another minority group the same way there would be consequences. I just don't get it.

