You know I always thought chiropractors where just doctors that specialized in spinal injury/back pain. You know, like guy who gives you a back brace to deal with scoliosis or whatever.
Didn’t realize it was some weird pseudoscience thing.
My dad just announced out of the blue one day ‘you’ve got a doctor visit today’, took me to a local clinic and they brought me and my dad in to the room.
I had no idea what was going, guy in scrubs and a mask explains what a spinal tap is, i say whoooah no, im not doing that, dad physically restrains me to the table as I was attempting to escape.
Its been about 20 years since and my dad has gaslit me and pretended this whole thing never happened every time I ever mentioned it.
I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.
Nope, can’t be that, I must be schizophrenic.
If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life’s trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.
You know your dad sounds like a nuclear dumbass, but what fucking quack agreed to giving you a spinal tap?
sp3tr4l is lucky not to be paralyzed.
You know I always thought chiropractors where just doctors that specialized in spinal injury/back pain. You know, like guy who gives you a back brace to deal with scoliosis or whatever.
Didn’t realize it was some weird pseudoscience thing.
Nope they’re literally just random fucking people who try to rip your head off then say they cured your deteriorating joints.
I don’t know his name.
My dad just announced out of the blue one day ‘you’ve got a doctor visit today’, took me to a local clinic and they brought me and my dad in to the room.
I had no idea what was going, guy in scrubs and a mask explains what a spinal tap is, i say whoooah no, im not doing that, dad physically restrains me to the table as I was attempting to escape.
Its been about 20 years since and my dad has gaslit me and pretended this whole thing never happened every time I ever mentioned it.
Excuse me while I go throw up after reading this
suprised your father’s hasn’t mysteriously disappeared.
I decided to disappear from him after he showed me how he constructs ghost guns (no serial numbers) in his garage, and then a few months later tried to have me committed to a mental institution in the middle of nowhere after a team of doctors at the best medical outfit in the state determined I am autistic.
Nope, can’t be that, I must be schizophrenic.
If I cared enough and ever get to the point I can handle my life’s trauma, I could probably write a compelling autobiography.
accidental double post please delete
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