what is the dumbest thing someone has said to you?

[Lilac]

Hands down, the dumbest thing anyone has said to me was by my mother. She said that I could not kill myself because I am loved. She has no idea that I want to die because I don't love myself. It makes no difference to me if other people profess their love. It means nothing. They are bull shitting me.

[brownblob]

There are so many things. Here's a few...
I had a nurse at a hospital tell me that I didn't want to get better after I'd tried ECT's. Excuse me, I let you fry my brain that was how desperate I was to feel better.

When I was 19, I had a friend tell me I couldn't kill myself because I hadn't lived or loved yet. But she said it in the most condescending way possible like I was some silly toddler that made me want to kill myself.

I had someone tell me I just needed to go to the bar and get drunk-- That drinking would make everything better.

[E is for Elephant]

My (now ex-) boyfriend: "You should just try not to be so sad."

[Fargin]

Had a psychiatrist tell me:
"I'm a bit of an old pig, I like women young.
(I'm thinking where the fuck this come from?)

"You don't have a girlfriend do you?"
"I do,"(Thinking, I fucking told you about her already."

"How are you together. I mean, when you're in bed together, do you thing of her needs or your own?"
(Now thinking where the hell is this going) I control myself and say shortly: "Of both, I guess."

Then he says: "That's wrong, you only have to think of yourself."
(Thinking, you're so out of line, I'm want to break my fist, while I smash it as hard as I can into your stupid quack face. I consider the consequences, but I can't see how this will help my situation, so I simply stall till the time is up and decline to renew my appointment. I never looked back, I never reported him, but I have always regretted, that I didn't beat him to death with his hole punching machine.

[Betty]

I went to a male gynecologist once, who was trying to diagnose discomfort in my lady parts, and was about to do a biopsy to see if I had HPV. (I didn't.) As he was getting ready to do the biopsy I felt cold metal touch my inner thigh and almost jumped off the table. He said to me, in a condescending voice: "I'm not even doing anything yet." I replied: "OK, but you are between my legs with sharp implements, it makes me nervous!." He says "Yeah, I don't know how you women do this." Seriously? From a gynecologist?

This same guy, after the test showed I didn't have HPV, told me he was prescribing me an anti-depressant. I was so offended, because I thought he was saying my pain was all in my head! I went to see another gynecologist (a woman, phew), who explained what I had, and that this anti-depressant was very effective in low doses treating the type of pain I had. A little kindness and a thoughtful explanation goes a long way . . .