omfg slakdfjlkj i feel you so much idk why but occassionally i get batholin's cysts (sp?) which are normally uncomfortable at worst, but two times they got infected. the first time i was 14 and had no clue what was going on, and just knew pissing was like pissing razors. It finally burst after three days leaving pus and blood in my panties, i threw away.
the second time was WAY WAY WORST. I think it got clogged and infected from running and swimming. This time it had swollen up to the point I could feel it through my goddamn pants. I looked in a mirror and almost screamed because it was so disfigured, swollen and red. I slept on my stomach because any position where my legs touched caused intense pain. anyways i finally asked my mom to take my to a gyno to see what's up, cause I was young then, and i was taking slow deliberate steps.
first thing she says: there's nothing wrong with you. you proabbly have period cramps.
next thing after insisting that i looked and it didn't look right at all, she forces me to pull down my fcking pants to show her. like fuck if i was ever a mother i would rather just pay the goddamn 120 to see a gyno and let them check.
<b> worst, worst part was </b> after that she said, i don't see anything. and I was crying from the pain and the fact she didn't believe me, and i told her how can you not see the whole fucking thing is swollen and full of puss?
she gives me some shitty expired topical antibiotic that doesn't work at all, and i still attend school for next 3 days while it gets increasingly painful to sit. I wear pantyhose and dresses the whole time, cause jeans will literally murder me.
finally after lots of crying she takes me to the gyno and calls me a dramaqueen. the gyno says its one of the hugest fcking infections she's ever seen and amazed it got so bad. she got me some prescription meds and within 12 hours the pain and swelling had gone down so much i could walk and sit again.
TLDR; mom doesn't believe i have a problem, proceeds to embarrass me (basically sexual harassment?!), discount my belief, then ALLOW ME to suffer for 3 days, when everything could've been avoided if she'd simply taken me to the gyno. I was a minor at the time and couldn't check in myself.