The GP Who Humiliated Me

Summer 2017ā€Šā€”ā€ŠI had just come off a summer break and was back at medical school. 

My first rotation was in a GP practice, where I could look forward to seeing patients independently with minimal supervision.

By this point in time, Iā€™d like to think I had some residual medical knowledge floating around my brain but, as with any hiatus of non-practice, I was going to be a bit rusty.

After a two-hour induction, I shadowed my supervisor (a GP at the practice) for a single consultation before he set me up with a bag full of equipment in a separate room: 

ā€œJust drop me a message when youā€™re done.ā€

As the day progressed and more patients came through my door, I became conscious of how enjoyable it was to consult with patients, unsupervised. 

Having been accustomed to seeing patients with a partnered medical student for the majority of my clinical years, it was nice to finally stand on my own two feet. 

My supervisor was nice too. Heā€™d come in briefly at the end of each consultation, review what Iā€™d documented and fill in the gaps by asking the patient a few further questions. 

Heā€™d say goodbye to the patient and praise me (usually with a ā€˜goodā€™ or ā€˜okā€™) before heading back to his room to see his next patient.

For a while, this was comforting. 

This supervisor was giving me the nod of approval that my consultations were safe and thorough. 

Additionally, if I had missed an important question, he wouldn't highlight my fault whilst the patient was still present, an important etiquette that students appreciate.

My problem? 

He wouldnā€™t highlight my faults after the consultation either. Instead, heā€™d default back to his usual:

ā€œokā€. 

ā€œOK!?ā€ Some of my consultations were terrible! 

Yes, I was rusty, but even I knew I deserved some serious constructive criticism.

But who was I to complain? I was comfortable, unchallenged and enjoying the independence way too much to shake up the status quo.

The GP Who Humiliated Me

At the end of the week, I was instructed to shadow a different GP at the opposite corner of the practice, one Iā€™d not previously been acquainted with.

He was bold and charismatic yet blunt in his communication.

He set me up in a separate room just like I had been doing previously.

ā€œLet me know once youā€™ve finished, Iā€™m just in the room opposite.ā€

My first patient was a teenager whoā€™d been experiencing ā€˜character changeā€™ and ā€˜unusual aggressionā€™ according to his mother, who he instructed to ā€œleaveā€ not long into our consultation.

I built rapport quickly, listened to his ideas, concerns and expectations before asking some of my own questions. 

With all clinical presentations of possible ā€˜character changeā€™, I knew that I had to rule out some neurological causes before assuming this was psychiatric or personality-associated.

He seemed to trust me, and he lowered his guard as we had a heart to heart about what could potentially be going on.

I signalled to the GP that Iā€™d like him to come in. 

Still rusty with my clinical work-up, I asked him if he wouldnā€™t mind us both working through the neurological examination together.

ā€œNo. Do it yourself, you should know how to do it by now.ā€

Fair enough, he had a point!

He left the room; I loaded up GeekyMedics.com on my computer and tilted the screen away from my patientā€™s view. Sorted!

Just moments later, he bursts back in, too quick for me to exit the page. 

ā€œShow me then.ā€

30 seconds into my feeble attempt at a cranial nerve examination and he jolted forward impatiently, signalling me to step back. 

He performed it in lightning speed (with poor technique if I may add) as if to show off how effortless it could have been.

ā€œWhat year are you in? Year 4? This should be your bread and butter. By this point, you should be focussing on ordering investigations and writing prescriptions. You need to get up to speed.ā€

I sat there while he berated me in front of the patient. I didnā€™t have it in me to turn my gaze towards my teenage patient, I was too embarrassed.

The GP left us again and asked us to wrap up.

As the door slammed shut, the teen removed all situational status I had worked up with a soft voice:

ā€œItā€™s alright, it happens mateā€.

What a role reversal; he was consoling me!!!

Why I Chose to Stay With Him

On my journey home, I thought a lot about what had just happened. 

Albeit thankful to have thick skin, with ā€˜old boyā€™ teaching approaches still prevalent, you can really be tested some times.

Around this time, Iā€™d just so happened to be reading about the ā€˜growth mindsetā€™, one which forces you to push beyond your comfort zone in order to grow.

In a mental comparison of the two GPs that Iā€™d spent my time with thus far, I began to see the entire experience in a different light:

The First Supervisor

The first GP didnā€™t care about me becoming a better doctor. By opting out of providing me with any criticism or feedback, he was choosing to conserve his energy and just let things be. It was easy for him to do so as it meant less thinking, less interaction and less friction between us. 

The Second Supervisor

Albeit this man humiliated me in front of my patient (which was undoubtedly wrong), he took time out to focus on what I was doing, mentally process how I could do better and then feed that back to me, choosing to proceed through the uncomfortable friction of handing me that criticism. 

What I Did Next

Whilst the second supervisor had made me uncomfortable, I identified that it was this removal of comfort that would force me to grow. 

This wasn't just a case of my mindset that allowed me to grow, I genuinely think he cared more than the first supervisor. 

Why else would he care enough to tell me the things he did. Surely, someone who wouldn't bother telling me how I could improve cares much less!

Going back to the practice the following week, I had a choice of who to be supervised under, I had to decide who Iā€™d voluntarily spend my time with, and guess who I chose?

The following weeks with the second supervisor were amazing. He proactively sought to teach me, actively involving me in interesting consultations and offering words of encouragement as a nod to my acceptance of his ā€˜tough-loveā€™ teaching approach: 

ā€œDonā€™t worry, by the end of this placement, weā€™ll have you slick at everything.ā€

You canā€™t expect to fall into the hands of teachers like these, you have to seek them.

Takeaway Advice

  1. Learn to take constructive criticism.Donā€™t immediately jump on the defensive the minute someone criticises you, consider that they may have good intentions for you, despite how they choose to go about it. 

  2. Destructive criticism can be better than no criticism.Itā€™s instinctive to dislike feedback that damages our ego and confidence, but developing thick skin means you can turn even the sourest of interactions into opportunities of learning and growth. At times, the world will summon tides of negativity against you, learn to ride the wave.

  3. Put yourself in uncomfortable positions.Growth and comfort do not co-exist. I constantly reflect on the level of discomfort Iā€™m experiencing at any one point, which informs me whether I should be seeking a new challenge in order to grow.

I was at a crossroads with two paths laid out in front of me: one of comfort and status quo, and one of discomfort and growth. 

I chose the latter, and the next time youā€™re faced with a similar scenario, build up the courage to choose it too.

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