A few months ago I did something on the spur of the moment. Something unlike me, something I was sure I’d regret.
I invited a colleague for a coffee/debriefing session after work.
I’m an introvert. Initiating a social event, even a small one, is unlike me.
I asked her because we bumped into each other at work, and had a quick chat about how downtrodden and hopeless we felt. (Internal Medicine is hard.)
I asked her, selfishly, because I needed it. But also because I realised that she needed it.
It’s a small thing. And maybe silly to make a big deal about it.
But in many ways, that day was the day I took agency of my life.
For so many years, I have waited for other women in medicine to make medicine a safe space for me. A space of mentorship, and care, and of reaching out to our colleagues.
I have waited and waited and been disappointed that it didn’t happen.
I’m not going to wait anymore.
I am not a little girl anymore.
I am not a student anymore.
I am still junior, but there are others more junior than me.
I, too, am a woman in medicine. I, too, can take responsibility for creating a safe space. I am able to do this.
I will do this.