- Joined
- Oct 20, 2008
- Messages
- 22
- Reaction score
- 7
I'm about to drop out of medical school.
Now, before anything else, let me state that this is in no way an attempt to discourage anyone. I simply want to post this story to vent, get it out, whatever. I'm a regular poster but I created a new account because I'm not sure I want everyone to know just yet, but I need to say this. You may read, but I urge you to please be kind. I'm not looking for mocking or judgment, and if you have it, well, keep it to yourself. This is the right decision FOR ME at the moment.
I struggled a lot my first year. I ended up failing almost all of my classes. I was then allowed to repeat the year, after many psychiatric consultations, academic advisement, disability testing (I'm more than normal, thanks for asking), and spiritual advisement, I realized that at this moment, more than a year after I began medical school and in my second attempt at first year, I feel exactly the same way I did when I began having problems (which was pretty early). I feel completely uninterested and unmotivated in the subjects I'm studying. I find myself thinking that I really could not care less about my future patients, and that I really am not looking forward to jumping through all the hoops in order to get to the end goal. It's too much work for a reward that seems to be comprised of...more work.
Obviously, there was a time when I thought I wanted to do this. I worked extremely hard in college, got into a great medical school, and was very focused towards this goal. I also knew it was going to be hard work and I was ready to take it on. Then...then I actually got here and had to do the work. I found out I was not interested in it. Suddenly all the negatives of this profession started overwhelming all the positives I had tried to look forward to. The massive debt, the long years of med school + residency, the low salaries of residents, the massive work load, the difficulties of being reimbursed for one's work, frivolous lawsuits, etc, started taking a toll on me. I no longer wanted to do this, but I felt stuck. I had invested so much time, money, and work into getting in that I was afraid to admit what I already knew: I wanted out.
Of course, this is my very personal experience. I look at my classmates and many of them also find it hard, but they have managed to stay motivated and focused. I couldn't sympathize with them, because I was neither of those things. I started thinking that these were not people I wanted to be with and that my professors/attendings were not people whom I strived to imitate. Sure...I admired their hard work, their intellect, and their dedication to their profession, but I did not want to be like them any longer. So many of them seemed bitter and overworked. So many of them were women (I am female) who had children but couldn't dedicate as much time to them as they would have liked, because of the nature of their work. There are sacrifices involved in this profession. One could say there are sacrifices involved in every profession and be correct, but medicine requires a little more than most. I also started feeling like I was wasting my best years (the whole bulk of my 20's) studying while I could be out there doing a less stressful job while enjoying the benefits of youth, perhaps traveling or building some wealth. There were many things I wanted to do which I hadn't had the chance to do before, and which medical school would certainly prevent me from doing in at least the next 7-8 years.
I am scared of what comes next, because like many medical students this was *the* plan for my life. I didn't think I was going to end up being the 1% of medical students that drop out. What were the chances? Almost negligible. I was also afraid of telling my parents and my friends, because this pathway has a way of becoming an almost identity. I wasn't just Pseudonymous101, I was Pseudonymous101-Medical Student. It was terrifying to let go of that. It still is just a little bit.
Then I called my parents. I was surprised to hear from them as soon as I asked the theoretical "What would you think if I dropped out of medical school?" that they would be okay with it as long as it was what I wanted to do. They want me to do what makes me happy. My dad said I shouldn't stay if I didn't like it, because it's too hard of a profession to do it only half-heartedly. He's right. I would not only be doing a disservice to myself if I stay, but also to my future work. Of course, at the moment I'm faced with having to move back home, finding a temporary job (I do have a college degree in the sciences, after all) and probably going back to school. I have no clue what I want to study next, but I want to explore. I'm afraid I made the mistake of being very one-track-minded in college. Don't get me wrong, I loved my major, but I didn't consider the possibility of doing much outside of medicine. I don't want to make that same mistake again. Pff...and to think I was scared to death of telling my parents. Damn parents and their useful wisdom.
My advice to you all (medical students) is, if you feel that you want to quit and have already given it your best, please do yourself a favor and quit. Don't ignore that scratching feeling that's telling you that you might have made a mistake. I tried to ignore it and ended up stuck in first year all over again when in the back of my mind I knew I did not want to be here. The only good thing out of all of this is that at least I know I tried. At least now I know that I do not like this.
My advice to any pre-meds reading this, is to be very careful about your decision. Give yourself time, and for the love of all that is holy, please give yourself time to explore all your possibilities before your commit. Don't go into it for the money, don't go into it because your mommy wants you to. Go into it only because this is the only thing you ever want to do with your life. If there is any possibility you might like to do ANYTHING else, please consider that instead.
Well, if you made it this far, I guess thanks for reading. If any of you has any advice as to what to do next, I'm willing to hear it. There a lot of things I need to do...sublease my apartment, moving, finding a job or some sort of occupation, going back to school to take a few more classes, maybe grad school after that (I know I want to continue studying...just not medicine). Go ahead, just be nice.
Now, before anything else, let me state that this is in no way an attempt to discourage anyone. I simply want to post this story to vent, get it out, whatever. I'm a regular poster but I created a new account because I'm not sure I want everyone to know just yet, but I need to say this. You may read, but I urge you to please be kind. I'm not looking for mocking or judgment, and if you have it, well, keep it to yourself. This is the right decision FOR ME at the moment.
I struggled a lot my first year. I ended up failing almost all of my classes. I was then allowed to repeat the year, after many psychiatric consultations, academic advisement, disability testing (I'm more than normal, thanks for asking), and spiritual advisement, I realized that at this moment, more than a year after I began medical school and in my second attempt at first year, I feel exactly the same way I did when I began having problems (which was pretty early). I feel completely uninterested and unmotivated in the subjects I'm studying. I find myself thinking that I really could not care less about my future patients, and that I really am not looking forward to jumping through all the hoops in order to get to the end goal. It's too much work for a reward that seems to be comprised of...more work.
Obviously, there was a time when I thought I wanted to do this. I worked extremely hard in college, got into a great medical school, and was very focused towards this goal. I also knew it was going to be hard work and I was ready to take it on. Then...then I actually got here and had to do the work. I found out I was not interested in it. Suddenly all the negatives of this profession started overwhelming all the positives I had tried to look forward to. The massive debt, the long years of med school + residency, the low salaries of residents, the massive work load, the difficulties of being reimbursed for one's work, frivolous lawsuits, etc, started taking a toll on me. I no longer wanted to do this, but I felt stuck. I had invested so much time, money, and work into getting in that I was afraid to admit what I already knew: I wanted out.
Of course, this is my very personal experience. I look at my classmates and many of them also find it hard, but they have managed to stay motivated and focused. I couldn't sympathize with them, because I was neither of those things. I started thinking that these were not people I wanted to be with and that my professors/attendings were not people whom I strived to imitate. Sure...I admired their hard work, their intellect, and their dedication to their profession, but I did not want to be like them any longer. So many of them seemed bitter and overworked. So many of them were women (I am female) who had children but couldn't dedicate as much time to them as they would have liked, because of the nature of their work. There are sacrifices involved in this profession. One could say there are sacrifices involved in every profession and be correct, but medicine requires a little more than most. I also started feeling like I was wasting my best years (the whole bulk of my 20's) studying while I could be out there doing a less stressful job while enjoying the benefits of youth, perhaps traveling or building some wealth. There were many things I wanted to do which I hadn't had the chance to do before, and which medical school would certainly prevent me from doing in at least the next 7-8 years.
I am scared of what comes next, because like many medical students this was *the* plan for my life. I didn't think I was going to end up being the 1% of medical students that drop out. What were the chances? Almost negligible. I was also afraid of telling my parents and my friends, because this pathway has a way of becoming an almost identity. I wasn't just Pseudonymous101, I was Pseudonymous101-Medical Student. It was terrifying to let go of that. It still is just a little bit.
Then I called my parents. I was surprised to hear from them as soon as I asked the theoretical "What would you think if I dropped out of medical school?" that they would be okay with it as long as it was what I wanted to do. They want me to do what makes me happy. My dad said I shouldn't stay if I didn't like it, because it's too hard of a profession to do it only half-heartedly. He's right. I would not only be doing a disservice to myself if I stay, but also to my future work. Of course, at the moment I'm faced with having to move back home, finding a temporary job (I do have a college degree in the sciences, after all) and probably going back to school. I have no clue what I want to study next, but I want to explore. I'm afraid I made the mistake of being very one-track-minded in college. Don't get me wrong, I loved my major, but I didn't consider the possibility of doing much outside of medicine. I don't want to make that same mistake again. Pff...and to think I was scared to death of telling my parents. Damn parents and their useful wisdom.
My advice to you all (medical students) is, if you feel that you want to quit and have already given it your best, please do yourself a favor and quit. Don't ignore that scratching feeling that's telling you that you might have made a mistake. I tried to ignore it and ended up stuck in first year all over again when in the back of my mind I knew I did not want to be here. The only good thing out of all of this is that at least I know I tried. At least now I know that I do not like this.
My advice to any pre-meds reading this, is to be very careful about your decision. Give yourself time, and for the love of all that is holy, please give yourself time to explore all your possibilities before your commit. Don't go into it for the money, don't go into it because your mommy wants you to. Go into it only because this is the only thing you ever want to do with your life. If there is any possibility you might like to do ANYTHING else, please consider that instead.
Well, if you made it this far, I guess thanks for reading. If any of you has any advice as to what to do next, I'm willing to hear it. There a lot of things I need to do...sublease my apartment, moving, finding a job or some sort of occupation, going back to school to take a few more classes, maybe grad school after that (I know I want to continue studying...just not medicine). Go ahead, just be nice.