Eeesh. Horror stories like this make me so happy that I live with my doctor (my grandpa). I mean, we don't always see eye to eye on things, but at least I can trust him to not be an insensitive asshole towards me if I come to him with a problem. Most of the doctors I went to when I was living with my mother were pretty good (if kind of heavy on "X-RAY AND TEST ALL THE THINGS!!!"), which I'm so grateful for.

I sincerely hope that you're able to get a new doctor that has an ounce of charisma and empathy. No one should be treated like that ever, let alone by someone committed to healing people!