Yesterday, I sat with my Granny in her residential home watching the Victoria Derbyshire show. She held my hand as I cried. Finally a topic so close to my heart was being given air time. Everything I feel and have felt for years was being said.
The report told the story of two doctors who took their own lives in the last year. That could have been me. It highlighted the amazing work of the Practionner Health Programme (PHP), set up for doctors with mental health difficulties and addiction. The team are incredibly experienced in dealing with barriers to seeking help and the challenges faced of being both a doctor and a patient. At the moment, only funding those in London can access the service. Dr Clare Gerada, the clinical director, and her team continue to fight to extend their provision to the rest of the UK. I am fairly certain that if I had had access to this earlier in my training I would not have got to the dark and distressing place I was last year.
A few weeks ago I was approached by a journalist via my twitter account @doc_bipolar about featuring in his film for the Victoria Derbyshire program. I thought long and hard about it. I spoke to Lucy, the CEO at the PHP, who was very helpful and supportive. She empowered me to do what was right for ME something I have never been great at. So with that in mind, I explained to the journalist that I felt unable to feature in the film at the moment. Instead I decided to write an anonymous letter to illustrate my points. I didn’t ever think it would be used.
So here is my story.
“I am a paediatric doctor. I work in the North of England and have done since I graduated from medical school ten years ago. I have battled with mental health problems on and off throughout my training. Things got pretty bad and I was signed off sick for almost a year. Only very recently have I felt empowered and able to reach out and talk about my difficulties.
So why didn’t I ask for help sooner?
There is still a huge amount of stigma around mental illness in doctors. It has always felt as though I am expected deal with everything and anything that is thrown at me in the same way that those around me do. Head down and crack on. Patients come first. Never in my training did anyone teach me to look after myself. People didn’t really share their struggles. We learnt how to take blood, insert catheters, break bad news etc but the self care skills, the skills that I now realise are essential to the sustainability and the well being of our doctors, these were never spoken of.
I was always terrified (and to some extent still am) of what would happen if someone found out I had mental health problems. Fear of what it would do to my reputation. Would I be chucked out of medical school? What if my colleagues no longer trusted me? Maybe I would be reported to the GMC? Worse still, what if a patient found out and then I was struck off?
As it happened, things got a lot worse. It was initially quite difficult to access support at work and my attempts were met by resistance. I was referred to a psychiatrist by my GP and not long after was signed off work. Last Christmas I was diagnosed with type 2 bipolar disorder. I considered leaving medicine altogether, I couldn’t see how I could still be a doctor with this label. But somehow, with support and care, medication and therapy I found a way back. I am now well and back working in paediatrics.
I am not yet functioning at the level that I used to but I am getting there. I am regaining my confidence and reminding myself that I can do it. And this time it feels different because I have learnt to prioritise my own wellbeing. I work less hours, I leave on time, I refuse to work 13 hours without a break.
So now, by starting a conversation and sharing my story (generally anonymously on twitter or on my blog) I find that others are opening up about their difficulties. I am not alone after all. If only I had known this back then…
Culture change will take time. There are improvements but we are not there yet. Until that time, I don’t feel able to go completely public with this and I worry about how one negative or ill informed comment or reaction would impact on my own emotional wellbeing.”
And so as bits of my letter were read out on BBC 2 yesterday morning, I sobbed.
Maybe I can do this after all. It turns out I am not alone and maybe, just maybe I can inspire others to keep going when there seems to be no hope.