I see more doctors than I want to, and some number of them have been arrogant, condescending, and brusque. These traits don’t seem to correlate with incompetence, however. Maybe they’re really just overbooked and in a hurry, with no time for social niceties. I’d blame the insurance companies rather than the doctors for the very short time allowances.
The doctor who saved my husband’s life with a delicate surgery that had already been judged impossible acted as if he were descended from divinities and expected to be worshipped. In fact, if he’d ordered me to bow down, I probably would have. My husband is ten years past his surgery now with no recurrence.
If I just don’t feel comfortable with a doctor, I don’t go back. I find someone else. But I do try to make this judgment on professional and not personal grounds. I abandoned one because I thought he was a nut case and another because he smelled of alcohol.
Oh, yes, and one who was all right with me, but only moments before, I had heard him angrily scolding an elderly female patient who was having difficulty following his explanations and kept asking questions. I didn’t want to be at his mercy when my memory and hearing were letting me down.
For the most part, though, I see doctors who are courteous, intelligent, patient, humane, and skillful. And they are either clean-shaven, neatly bearded, or female. So I can’t support your generalizations.