Over the summer, I wrote a love letter to doctors intended to help me release some of the charge I still feel regarding the way doctors have treated me throughout my medical training and in my old practice. I wrote the letter as a letter of forgiveness, but I recently did a session with an energy healer and realized that I still carry some old baggage around this issue.
I was already feeling a little wounded regarding my relationship with doctors as a whole. Just to clarify, I have many personal friendships with doctors whom I love very much. My father was a doctor. And I am a doctor. So Iím not some doctor-basher standing in the wings. When I say Iím pissed at doctors, I include the doctor I was (until four years ago) on the list of docs I want to give a piece of my mind.
What Iím referring to is not any individual doctor. Iím talking about doctors with a capital ďD.Ē Iím referring to the institution. The American Medical Association. The colleges and medical schools that train doctors. The collective body of doctorhood. You get the picture. This is what I mean when I say Iím pissed at doctors. Iím embarrassed, ashamed, and horrified at what is happening to my profession, and as someone from within it, I think itís high time to speak up.
Yesterday, I got an email from a friend of mine who just came back from seeing a doctor.