With my health insurance, I have to have a "primary care provider", a gateway doc who refers me, when necessary, to specialists. I call him my "doctor-doctor", and I go to Dr. G.
Except when Dr. G is not available, and then my health insurance allows me to go to another doctor in Dr. G's medical group.
For the last couple of years, whenever I called to make an appointment, it seemed that Dr. G was never available. But another doctor in his group, Dr. M, always was.
And I didn't mind. I really liked Dr. M anyway, so much so that I was considering making him my doctor-doctor.
Until I found out why he was always available.
As it turns out, twenty years ago, Dr. M admitted to exposing and fondling himself in front of a female patient in an exam room.
Man, that's just ... skeevy. Pervy. Extremely disturbing.
And you know what? You know what the first thing I thought was?
"Oh, well, maybe it was a consensual thing that got out of hand. I mean, it's not like he's an ob-gyn; she wasn't up in stirrups or anything. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding. Or maybe she was an ex-girlfriend with a vendetta."
Oh my dear lord, I was making EXCUSES for this dick-pulling perv.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!
If some dude pulled that shit in front of ME, the first thing I'd do is kick him in the nuts so hard he wouldn't be using his equipment for the foreseeable future. Then I'd run screaming out of the exam room, making sure EVERYBODY in a hundred-yard radius knew EXACTLY what just happened. Then I'd make sure charges were filed. Then I'd probably take out a BILLBOARD to let the whole town in on it.
And yet here I was, making excuses for this doctor. Because I liked him. He was a nice doctor. And after all, it was twenty years ago and he was young and