For approximately seven or eight years I was a patient of Dr. Jeffrey Smith’s. Let me be clear, I thought the world of Dr. Smith. I saw him frequently and had regular Lee scheduled appointments, which my insurance did not cover. Over the years, Dr. Smyth prescribed me a mini very strong strong antidepressants and had no problem excepting a great deal of money from me which I was glad to pay for his services. One weekend, I was in a very dark dark place and for the first time in all those years, felt that I needed to call the crisis line. An answering service answered, as it was the weekend, and I was told that my doctor, Dr. Smith, happened to be the doctor on call for the crisis line that particular weekend. I was told that I would be receiving a return phone call from the doctor on call. So I waited by the phone… And waited… Never to receive a call all weekend in fact! The following week, I had a scheduled appointment early that week, which I kept. Dr. Smith called me back extended… his arm and shook my hand, never making eye contact. He never could make eye contact. As every appointment started, this appointment was no different. He would be typing on his keyboard and would say basically The exact thing every time, which went something like “OK last time I saw you ABC was going on… How are we doing today... how are things with you?” I replied, “Well Dr Smith, i’m not doing very well at all! I began to cry and continued, I was having a particularly dark bad weekend and I called the crisis line. I was told you were the doctor on call this weekend and you never called me!?!“ For The first time since I met him, Dr. Smith actually looked at me, looking up from his keyboard and said VERBATIM: @ I don’t give a €£¥€ what you were told! You’ve got a sense of entitlement about you! What you need is a complete personality overhaul!” I was so floored, shocked, confused, embarrassed, hurt, wounded, scared, humiliated, and a whole host of other emotions that I was just speechless. He threw his arm up, pointed to the door and told me, “Get our!” The rest, after that, is somewhat of a blur as one might imagine after being talked to like that by a doctor whom you have grown to trust with your most intimate, scary, personal thoughts and feelings. I remember standing up and I had begun shaking terribly! My heart was pounding in my head & chest & ears. So now, fumbling and shaking, I was able to insert my key into my car door. I got in the car, locked the doors, and began to just sob like I’ve never solved before. I could hardly breeze I was crying so hard and it took me a long time to stop crying. I called my father, who I had introduced to Dr. Smith in a prior visit. As I said, I thought a lot of Dr. Smith. I trusted him. He was my doctor! Had been for years! My dad told me, and I’ll never forget, he’s got more problems than all of us put together! It’s taken me many years to Address this it was so painful. I regret not being able to write this review many years ago for fear that he has her other patients as he did me. My prayer is that he did not but my belief is that he probably has. What he did to me was so wrong in so many ways – ethically, morally, and purely as one human being to another! His license should be revoked! What kind of doctor sees a patient for upwards of seven years whom he believes needs a “personality makeover “? Why did he for years upon years prescribed me thousands of pills? How could he sleep at night knowing that he was taking my money if I didn’t need the help of a psychiatrist? To this day I feel so infuriated and also nauseated at what this man did to me
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