When I was in elementary school, between 3rd and 5th grade, I had a really bad allergic reaction after playing outside. My face swelled up and my neighbor called CPS on my mother. My mother claimed that I was just suffering from allergies, and was made to make me see an allergist to prove she wasn’t abusing me.
I would then see the allergist every so often, I suppose just check-up appointments and such. I’m not sure how long my mom was supposed to be taking me to these appointments or what the details around the visits were since I was just a kid. What I do remember is how he would always ask my mom to leave the room so he could ask me some questions.
My mom has never been the most intelligent person, never been one to ask many questions, so she agreed. The questions he’d ask me were never related to anything he needed to know as an allergist. He’d ask me if I was sexually active, and when I said no he’d continue to ask me in different ways. He’d listen to my breathing with his stethoscope under my shirt, and each visit he’d go a step further, eventually running his stethoscope over my bare breasts. I remember him having me lie down on my back while he pressed on my stomach, like doctors do when you visit them for a stomach ache or something. He’d unbutton my pants and press down as far as where my public area started.
I was young, but I knew this wasn’t right. I didn’t tell my mom, I just eventually told her I didn’t want to see him anymore, that my allergies weren’t really bothering me anymore. I do remember years later telling her about it, to which she responded “He didn’t do that.”
Several years later I remember bringing it up during a conversation with her and her friend. She acknowledged then that she thought it was “weird” that he was asking her to leave the room.
I had forgotten about this for a while, but recently the memory came back to me. Curiosity got to me tonight. I have to assume I’m not the only person he did this to. But after googling his name, I see he’s still practicing in my state, and has 4+ star reviews.
I’m 33 now, and I’m sure there’s nothing to be done, it just makes me sick to think about now.