A recent patient, all of 16, told her story in what we call the "history". It was clear that her problem was a gynecological infection and it was just a matter of getting to the final diagnosis and treatment through some easy, in office testing.
But I found myself hung up on the social history and explored that deeper than usual. How'd it come to this, I probed. What resulted was a scenario that left me with the feeling of "no wonder."
No competent family, parents or friends available or present. No one being attentive to education and social issues. No kindness, fun or light-hearted playing. No one to be playful when possible or serious when needed. No real love, forgiveness, honesty or truth around her. No appropriate feedback, critique, direction or guidance. Mostly hurtful words, being ignored, emails and texts not returned. No real genuine interest from others for her well being or needs. Nobody to share concerns with or speak the truth with. No respect, and no hellos, "how was your day." No open hearted love or trust, but plenty of vulnerability, people walking out or away, grudges, pride and ego. Most of all, nobody walking in, when everyone else was walking out and no unconditional acceptance, love or support.
This bout of a STD may not be the worst of her problems in life. The foundation has been cast, mostly on shifting sand dunes, empty promises, unkept responsibility and unattainable dreams. Pretty sure she'll be back, maybe pregnant next time.