Pamela Meyer, PT

She never finished the intake and kicked me out. Her first words in the hallway to me were you don't even look like you want to be here, do you want to be here? I had a mask on, what can you see in just my eyes to come to that conclusion? I'm not sure how me getting up from the waiting room chair and walking with her made it seem like I didn't want to be there. I told her I wasn't prepared for the questions she was asking since I wasn't referred to her for the questions she was asking, she said it's everyday life, how do you not know? I said because my life consists of being in a car or hotel, or Ronald McDonald houses, Mayo clinic, Milwaukee with my ill child. I said my life is not consistent, my water intake is sporadic, in trying to answer. She said I don't like your one word answers, this isn't going to work out. You can go to Weston. (I refuse to go back to an Aspirus where who knows what she wrote in my file.) I found a very friendly women's care PT.

The exercises she gave me were things you could find from 30 seconds of Googling something like 'Pelvic pain stretches' or something similar. She had trouble recreating my symptoms (there is no recreating them when they are constant, I explained this to her) so she denied any way she could help me. We did biofeedback twice and yes, my pelvic floor muscles were tight but she had no way of offering assistance for this, then she said I had a history of anxiety and depression in my life, told me to talk to a therapist and didn't want to see me anymore. I actually did what she told me and talked to a therapist who told me I was a very levelheaded intelligent person that had been dealt an unfortunate hand and there was no way my physical symptoms were being caused by 'anxiety'. Completely useless, honestly, and I'm surprised somebody like her could have a career in this after what we did together.