Stepping Lightly Over Boxes Of Medical Experience

A multi-vehicle trauma! This is what it is all about, Ionce learned, cannot be unlearned. Some bad
thought, as I followed my senior resident to the stairs.experiences are unconsciously assimilated and
While my age placed my training against a St.eventually inhibit function, much like adware on a
Elsewhere's backdrop, my excitement was moreWindows 98 computer. Memories accumulate like
consistent with the modern, high-energy ERboxes of artifacts in a darkened basement. In my own
soundtrack. The emergency room itself inspiredcase, half-opened boxes litter the floor, and some emit
excitement, and as a third year medical student I hadfrightening noises.
not yet developed the healthy fear that affected moreAs I work toward becoming a psychiatrist, I would like
senior, and more answerable, members of our surgicalto develop an understanding of the biases that shape
team. As we approached the cubicle I noted that themy attitudes; biases that have the potential to interfere
patient was small, maybe two years old. Red frothwith neutral observation and reflection. It is easy to
bubbled from his mouth as the emergency room staffidentify the obvious examples of personal experience
frantically removed his cervical collar. I heard the wordthat interfere with the neutrality that I desire. For
'tracheotomy', and someone said "hold him down!" asexample, I can easily recognize the barriers that stand
his arms reached into the air. I grabbed his hand andin the way of my feeling compassion for the
held tight, grateful that I had found a mission that I couldplayground bully. And the death of one of my best
handle.college friends during the attacks of September 11
To my surprise, the hand gripped back. And suddenly...undoubtedly affects my opinions of America's role in
time stopped. Small fingers wrapped around my finger,the world. But while in psychiatry we learn to identify
and at once I was sitting with a small boy, stillnesspersonal and historical events that have shaped our
around us. I looked beyond the red froth, to see hisattitudes, I wonder if work and training experiences are
clear, blue eyes gazing forward. No longer aware ofincorporated in potentially prejudicial ways as well,
the work to be done, I began to understand a tragicperhaps beyond question because of their
story. Through pieces of conversation I realized thatendorsement by common medical experience. I would
the boy's mother and father lay dead on gurneys inlike to identify the ways that my experiences in
cubicles behind me, victims of a drunken driver. In amedicine and psychiatry change my view of the world,
flash I could see all of what our experience on earthin order to have foresight into bias that will develop in
offered: life and death, hope and despair, beauty andthe future. Of course, unique character traits result
horror.from experience in all professions; as I sit in the
After 15 years, I still feel heaviness in my heart as Iauditorium prior to my daughter's band concert, the
remember that night. I have not attempted to describeprincipal, oblivious to the ages of the assembled
the scene before, but I have sometimes felt theparents, reminds us to remain quiet and respectful
moment's essence, as a secret part of what hasduring the concert. But with admitted narcissism, I see
since become 'me'.the experiences faced by physicians as particularly
I have many secrets. I remember the 5-year-old girlmemorable.
who I met in the oncology clinic, with newly diagnosedThe experiences faced in psychiatry training, while less
leukemia. I silently winced in pain at the smile on herovertly dramatic than the world of CPR and
small face, an innocent unaware of the needle-stickstracheotomies, force one to incorporate a different
ahead of her. She sat with her mother, whosetype of emotional experience. In my short training, I
expression betrayed the knowledge that her daughterhave been moved by the isolation of schizophrenia, by
would be forced from the world where she belonged;the emptiness and despair of depression, and by the
a child's world of security and happiness. I rememberravages of families wrought by addictions. It is often
the seven-year-old child who died of sepsis in ourdifficult to come to terms with reactions to psychiatric
recovery room after hours of attempted resuscitation,experience because of the lack of formal resolution.
and I remember the horror that filled the room as wePsychiatric diseases for the most part are not cured,
accepted the futility of our efforts. And I wonder, howand yet are not fatal by themselves; so there is no
have these secret images affected me? Am I aexclamation point to treatment successes and failures,
better doctor, or parent, or friend, or do I now carry aand less opportunity to place experience on the
seriousness that has driven some of my personalityopposite side of the line that protects our present
inside, and beyond reach? Will I be a betterworld view from the tragedies of the past. There is
psychiatrist? Am I more tuned in to pain, or has myalso a learned frustration that develops as we accept
exposure given me a resigned, grim acceptance ofthat the will of our patients does not always coincide
suffering?with our desire to help. And again I wonder, what have
For much of my life, my approach to learning was thatI begun to 'understand' about mental illness? Can I
all learning was good learning. My goal was to facemake a difference? What is the meaning of life in the
life's experiences as a sponge, seeing as much as Iface of such suffering?
could see, and experiencing as much of life as possible.At these moments, I try to find gratitude for the
My assumption was that humans had the capacity toopportunity to seek psychodynamic understanding. The
keep the wheat and discard the chaff; to assimilatebeautiful, horrible experiences of life weave tapestries,
the positive and to disregard the negative aspects ofunique to each of us and to each of our patients, with
experience. The end result would be a 'complete'fibers visible only to those willing to see them. And in
personality, free of bias, unfettered by misconception,the tapestries lie the questions, and the answers to the
and nourished by the ultimate sustenance ofquestions, and the answers to all of the questions to
personality, information.come. To study the fabric of these tapestries is to
At some point my early opinions about learningstudy the essence, and the meaning, of life itself. It may
became tempered with caution. I began to see that inbe asking too much to weave our own tapestries by
regards to learning, experience, and personality, at leastdesign, but one can be aware of the admonition of
in my own case, I am what I eat. As much as I wantedAldous Huxley, that experience teaches only the
to believe that I was capable of learning only theteachable.
desirable aspects of experience, I saw that myAnd once again, we are back to the original question. Is
personality was affected in ways that I hadn'tall learning beneficial, and are all experiences enriching?
predicted. I remember briefly facing these questions asIs it true that what does not kill us makes us stronger?
a college student, when I wondered, in 1970's fashion, ifPerhaps the answer is moot, since no matter our
there was in fact any evidence that people werepreferences, experience finds us. Maybe I can make
'smarter' after formal education. I thought more aboutan occasional decision as to what to remember, or
the topic during a period of my life when I activelyface life's challenges and disappointments with the
meditated, as I became aware of the constant paraderespect required to ease cynicism. Perhaps I can
of thoughts that drifted through my consciousness,embrace the feelings and the meanings of life events,
despite my best efforts to limit them. This view ofrather than attempt to diminish their awareness.
personality as an unorganized collection of experiencePerhaps all I can ask for is to find experiences with my
is more Eastern, more consistent with what I haveeyes open, and to place my boxes in a well-lit room,
read of the developing ego, and more consistent withwhere I won't trip over them.
my experience as a parent of teenagers. Some things,