H.E. said:
I am sure that you are dealing with a lot at the moment and I hope this is not too much, but I do think it may be worth for you to examine what is at the root of this blockage which is stopping you to realize full potential of your wast theoretical knowledge.
It is not indeed too much too ask as it has exercised almost the entire time of my "adult" life. I hereby admit "conflict of interest": I felt relieved by disclosing, so I'll do some more of that. Again, beware of my private logic, or rather, you all can see it, I'm speaking to myself: I hope to beware of my predator mind and I hope I'm reaching somewhere so everybody's effort are not wasted. At least someone will learn something out of all of this. Geez, it reminds me the poster of the Titanic sinking. Okay, I'll try to leave the melodrama out... Private logic, please cooperate.
I admit I hate being a doctor. Not so much because I don't want to help people, but on the contrary. I want to help people and I feel that through the doctorness I don't do it. My first realization of that probably was the first day I put a step on a hospital. It was horrible. I was probably 18 or 19 years old back then. I didn't knew what hit me or if it has ever left me, but I became depressed. I enjoyed the basic medical sciences: how stuff works (i.e. physiology, anatomy, biochemistry). But my conditioning through parenting and peers is just to stick to it and make it work. By the second time I was having serious realizations of career choice, it was the time I had to choose specialty. Because you see, you are not supposed to be a mere general practitioner, I had to be a specialist in something of course! I was 22 years old when I had to choose. I knew that interacting with people and prescribing endless lists of pills was something I did not want to do. Hey, it seems I was smarter back then!! And it seemed to me that the surgical field produced more immediate relief and clearer indications. Although that might be a retrospect interpretation. Surgery, it was heart surgery. It looked like a very dedicated and disciplined field which was done in team work and required a lot of sacrifice and it was a male predominant field. I liked the challenge and the call, and I chose it. Finally, I'm doing stuff. Oops, unfortunately males in [I'm leaving the country out, not that it matters but more to respect their privacy] turned out to be jerks. Like the kind of people you meet in a messed-up world that promotes psychopathic competition. Needless to say, things were not necessarily easy for a person like me who has a heck of a lot of trouble in sorting out herself emotionally.
I sticked to it. It was that bad I did some serious soul searching which ended up with me arriving here 8 years ago AND I'm still soul searching. So that is the short version of the story!
I LOVE researching and sharing it despite the facts. Private logic beware! It seems to me that the problem has been in misrepresentations of perceptions and whatnots. I projected my mother into Laura, but it was my real genetic mother who wanted me to be a doctor (although she swears to me she didn't, this was 3-4 years ago which makes me feel completely insane and like I'm losing it because I swear she did). And using people around me as screens for my projections (i.e. genetic mother's expectations gets projected into Laura), I feel like a reenacted the whole thing of the doctorness and what was expected of me and of course, I'm supposed to be helping out and working and how come I could not do something for which I have spent my entire "adult" life in. In fact, I've been in Uni since I was 17 years old!!! I mean, common?!
I'm actually pretty good with people right now, as long as it is not doctory stuff. I actually joke with them and that seem to help them much more than the doctors taking care of them. Anyhow, yes, I feel like a little kid that has been rebelling ever since. Only that it is not fun.
Does it matter what I want? Can I make a difference anyway?
Private logic beware, but it seemed to me this whole late deterioration started with people's praise for something I don't have a hold of, namely, my feedback to shellycheval in "the cause of my disconnect" [if I remember the name of the thread correctly]. I felt uncomfortable because of being a fraud thing. As long as I was sharing research in the health section and even if some people praised something that I posted in the health forum, that didn't made me uncomfortable. That made me feel actually pretty neutral. I was happy doing that. But I didn't felt good about receiving praise for my feedback to shellycheval. Her thread hit something in me and I wanted to partake in the solution to that problem that has exercised me. After that, it all went down the tubes. Meaning, I don't have a hold on that or me.
FWIW.