“The medical board doesn’t know I exist. That’s the point.”
She whispered when she said “panic attacks.”
Not because she thought I would judge her or fail to understand. But because she was a physician, and in her world, saying the wrong thing to the wrong person could cost her everything.
She found me through a colleague of a colleague. No insurance, no documentation trail, no diagnostic codes, no third-party systems. She paid in cash. She never used her full name.
“If I …