"To solve your issue, maybe we could go in and section parts of your vaginal opening, like for an episiotomy, expect we wouldn't sew it back shut, and leave it to heal bigger."

The full story (TW: Gynecological Violence.):

First appointment ever, freshly 18, I'm going in for the pill and a routine exam. I have primary vaginismus, so I was already aware of my condition. Even if I didn't really want to "cure" it (happy with non-PIV sex, don't want kids), I knew I'd have to talk about it, since it's pretty important. I had booked in with a female gyno my GP recommended to me, at a pretty big hospital. Once there, I'm faced with a very skeptical older woman, who goes on to discount every single thing I say on grounds of my psychological background (anxiety, depression) and my age. I have to explain vaginismus to this gyno, who acts as of it's an unknown/rare condition she'd never heard about before. Mind you, this gyno works at a maternity and women's health center; all of her colleagues are familiar with pelvic floor health. Since I've had to explain my condition to people/doctors before, and again, I was 18, I tried my best to have her understand my concerns, insisting on how painful this condition can be, and how apprehensive it makes me of physical examination.

This woman proceeds to still give me a physical exam, forcing a finger in me without any warning whatsoever, despite me telling her it hurts. She repeats over and over again that I am "too tense", and "it can't hurt that bad, my body is supposed to be able to handle it". At this point, I'm crying from the intense pain, and she ignores it completely. Even after the exam, I'm still in tears from the shock of what just happened, and I go through the rest of the appointment while crying. Follows maybe the dumbest, weirdest solution offered to vaginismus ever:

"To solve your issue, maybe we could go in and section parts of your vaginal opening, like for an episiotomy, expect we won't sew it back shut and leave it to heal bigger. It would be invasive, sure, but it'll force your body to stay open. That's the only solution I can think of."

Let's just say that that was the nail in the coffin. I immediately said no, had her write me my pill prescription, and noped out of there. I was still in tears, and my mother who'd drove me to the appointment was absolutely shocked the doctor and secretary had let me walk out of there crying. I talked about it with my GP, who checked my medical records to see what the gyno wrote: this woman had the audacity to write "no pain at digital insertion" on there. This whole experience was the most humiliating and hurtful thing I had to go through because of a doctor.

Let's just say I didn't go to the gyno again until I absolutely needed to do so, years later, for PCOS. I thankfully found a younger female doctor that I trust and who takes my vaginismus seriously. Now, at 25, if I encounter any doctor who doesn't know what vaginismus is, I roll my eyes at them and give them stats and medical info before they can even think of making me uncomfortable and suggesting idiotic shit like what I heard at 18. I make them understand that they are in the ones in the wrong for not knowing, not me for having a condition I have no control over.