Please excuse the brief detour before you read my xojane essay, “Why I Won’t Go to Male Gynecologists Anymore.”
I need to offer a disclaimer.
When I published the essay I did not agree to the horrific, exploitive shall-not-be-named title (which xojane finally changed after I pleaded with senior management for a week).
By then, hundreds of haters and trolls reacted.
The former shall-not-be-named title was taken out of context and the wording slightly altered.
As a result, hundreds of people immediately reacted, many without reading the essay. Of those who did read the essay, the inflammatory title primed them into an angry rant.
That I dared to discuss what I discussed, clearly touched a nerve. The doctor-patient relationship is sacrosanct, to suggest anything perverse can sound, well, perverse.
Of course I expected my taboo topic to evoke a reaction.
I knew my point of view (backed by some anonymous doctors) would inflame some people. My piece is a think-out-loud grappling essay full of obvious ambivalence.
My essay was not intended as an indictment, expose or a statistical sampling of all male gynecologists. One of the best doctors I ever had was a male reproductive endocrinologist who did numerous pelvic exams in the ten years I was under his care.
One of the worst bedside manners I ever endured was from a female Ob-Gyn. I made both points in my essay.
This is an opinion piece, a single point of view.
Thanks for reading. Here’s the essay.