A similar situation occurred during the 1980s at the Hospital for Sick Children in Toronto with a tragic ending. A boy was brought in with severe abdominal pain. Their diagnosis was that it was psychosomatic, and the “therapy” they prescribed was to make him clean up the mess every time he vomited. He died the next day from a twisted bowel.
I went for most of my young life a lot like that. One horse doctor even diagnosed me with malaria. Where one gets that in the Adirondacks I dunno but anyway...
Mid teens my grandfather carried me into the ER looking very pregnant (for a dude) with a 106 temp. They cut me open for the obvious burst appendix...that was just fine thanks. In fact, my appendix was about the only part of my intestines NOT inflamed and ready to rupture, along with and several abscesses that had.
Over the next few/several years I had a chunk of my intestines removed through multiple surgeries. They could not get under control with the known drugs and steroids in megadoses. Fortunately it went into remission on it’s own.
The moral of the story is that several medical professionals’ should have been unemployed. But weren’t.
My stomach looks like I lost a sword battle with a Ninja. Which I’m OK with. The rest of the crap? Not so much.
I’m fine with the fact that Docs aren’t God and don’t know or can’t fix everything. But when they just claim ‘mental’ out of laziness or agenda, they should fry for the hell they cause.