The most honest obituary →

Sometimes there are no words.

Not even a eulogy.

Then one courageous family writes this obituary. [This obituary was written by Rachel Dawson, his wife, with the blessing of his parents] In it they share how their son lost his battle with severe depression. How he adored his children. How he sacrificed fun, free time, and relaxation to receive his medical degree. How he took on the challenge of surgical residency. How he was so very damaged by his untreated anxiety, long work hours, and intense stress. How he attempted to self-medicate his hurt. How despite being an intelligent surgeon and a loving father, he did the unimaginable.

I first heard of Dr. Chris Dawson just hours after his suicide in a Facebook private message:

“My friend who is also a doctor’s wife is going through a nightmare at this very moment. Her husband graduated residency this summer along with my husband and he killed his two small kids and himself this morning. Her husband suffered from depression due to the difficulty of residency season and never recovered from it. I know residency is hard, I always said it’s a real b#%^*, but if you know your partner is having a rough time, suffers from mental illness or is going through a depression get him some help. At all cost! My heart is broken for my friend who no longer has her babies. This med journey can be very hard and can take you through a darkness if you don’t get the help needed. It was so close to home that I had to share. Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of.”

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I’m a doctor, a problem solver. I study human suffering so I can help people. That’s my job.

In 2012, I became alarmed by how many doctors were dying by suicide. So I started counting dead doctors. I began with a list of 10. Today I have 699.

Now I run a suicide hotline for doctors.

During the last 5 years, I’ve spoken to thousands of suicidal doctors; interviewed surviving physicians, families, and friends; and published a book of their suicide letters, I’ve spent nearly every waking moment since 2012 on a personal quest for the truth of why we lose so many doctors to suicide. Here’s what I’ve discovered.

Of the 699 doctor suicides I’ve compiled, only 2% (15) involve a homicide. Half of those (7) are male physicians who killed a female spouse/girlfriend (all in health care—4 nurses, a nursing student, pharmacy tech, and dentist). Three male physicians killed their young children. Another strangled his disabled adult daughter before killing himself. Less than 1% of all doctor suicides involve homicide of their children. Of the 3 cases involving young children, all suicide victims were having marital/relationship problems with the mother. One also killed the mother.

Why would a doctor dedicated to saving lives take his own? And the lives of his loved ones?

Many doctors write suicide notes explaining their motives. A few leave extensive documentation—even videos (often they are whistleblowers exposing fraudulent hospital systems). Still questions remain.

Motives for murders perpetrated by doctors often involve ending perceived suffering of others. Four of the 15 physicians were attempting to end distress in dependent family members prior to taking their own lives. They wanted to protect siblings from an abusive parent; to stop an aging mother’s misery; to prevent institutionalization of a severely disabled adult daughter for whom the physician was full-time caregiver; to end the suffering of a child tormented with the same anxiety disorder as the dad. None of these four physicians seem to have been acting with malicious intent when they took the lives of others before killing themselves.

So how do we respond as a society to these suicides? Often with an outpouring of love for the surviving family amid condemnation of the suicide victim mixed with lots of confusion.

And then comes silence.

Until it happens again. In the house next door. The one with the Christmas lights and candy canes. And the soccer ball in the yard.

Our collective rage resurfaces. We pray for the family to find peace. Then the story falls to the bottom of the news cycle.

Until it happens again.

And again.

‘Round and ’round and ’round we go.

I’ve read hundreds of doctor suicide obituaries. One common theme: euphemisms obscure the cause of death and prevent discovery of answers we so desperately seek.

Secrecy, shame, and silence are 100% ineffective as problem-solving strategies. They also prevent us from healing.

Full disclosure: I do not know Chris Dawson, but I feel like I do. Maybe it’s because I grew up in Dallas down the street from where he died. Maybe it’s because we both graduated from medical school in Texas and completed our residencies in Arizona. More likely it’s because we both fell into a suicidal depression at age 36. Since he can’t share his story, I’ll share mine.

From October 22 through December 7, 2004, I couldn’t get out of bed. For 6 weeks. I wanted to die. I prayed that I’d go peacefully in my sleep. Despite my pleas with God and the universe, I woke up each day horrified that I was still breathing. I could not figure out how to release myself from my unbearable pain. I was fed up with being forced to practice assembly-line medicine like a factory worker. I had just been let go from a job (contract nonrenewal “not a good fit”). I could not face one more day. My bills were piling up. My marriage was on the rocks. I felt like I was in a suicidal coma. If I had a loaded shotgun, I may have pulled the trigger too—and this story would be mine.

The fact is we all have a breaking point—a threshold over which we would consider killing ourselves. And even our loved ones (in our disordered thinking) as a mercy killing.

So what shall we do now?

Here are 5 ways we can prevent the next physician suicide

1) Increase awareness of our physician suicide crisis. Be alert to mental health risks of medical training and practice, including high-risk specialties for suicide. We can’t solve a problem nobody knows exists. Talk about it. See the forthcoming film, Do No Harm. View trailer here. To arrange a screening at your medical school, hospital, or conference, email info@donoharmfilm.com.

2) Avoid a medical career if you have pre-existing anxiety or depression. Medical training will worsen your mental health—and may be life-threatening to those who are not resourced to cope with chronic high pressure and ongoing exposure to suffering and death. In fact, 75% of med students are on psych drugs just to survive med school.

3) Allow access to nonpunitive mental health care. Physicians have unique occupationally induced mental health needs and currently risk punishment for help-seeking by state medical boards, hospitals, and insurance companies that may prevent a doctor from practicing medicine. If you are suffering, I’m available to speak with you and I can refer you to confidential care by phone or Skype 24/7. If you are in imminent danger please call 911.

4) Allow access to nonpunitive marital counseling. A physician friend had her state license delayed for 6 months because the medical board demanded to review her marriage counseling records because she was depressed during a divorce. Doesn’t everyone need help during a divorce? Why should physicians fear seeking counseling for their marriage? (Note: a lot of physician relationships fail because there’s no time to spend with your spouse when working 100+ hours per week!). One request: Please support Rachel Dawson who has lost her entire family.

5) Humanize medical training. Residency is brutal with chronic sleep deprivation and human rights violations (plus lack of legal protection). Surgeons used to brag about 100% divorce rates! (as if toughing you up and destroying your family would make you a better doctor). Let physician trainees sleep, eat, and see their loved ones. Doctors are human.

Doctors are extremely gifted, complex individuals. Most people attracted to medicine have brilliant minds and are able to tackle immense complexity. Yet the culmination of such intense personal and professional pressure contributed to this surgeon’s complexity becoming confusion and such horrific torture that he just had to end it all.

So how do we preserve our humanity? That was the one thing Chris was unable to do at that moment—preserve his humanity. He most assuredly loved his children and as a surgeon saved many lives. Though he saved lives, he may have been unable to feel fulfillment. Medicine conditions physicians to be withdrawn and professionally distant. For somebody like Chris who suffers with anxiety to be groomed for emotional distance and discouraged from seeking help is deadly.

We are all born into this world with our own eccentricities, quirkiness, and a certain predisposition to anxiety and depression. Nobody is immune.

Did Chris have pre-existing anxiety before medical school? Seems so. If he were a realtor or an auto mechanic would he have been able to access confidential nonpunitive care for his anxiety? Yes. Would he have been more resourced to assist his children with anxiety? Yes. Would he have had more time to spend with his wife and invest in his marriage had he not been a surgeon? Yes. Would he and his children be alive now? I think they would.

My hope is that this honest obituary allows us to begin an honest (and long overdue) conversation about mental health.

Because our silence nearly guarantees our suffering will continue.

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Plastic Surgeon Applies for Chick-fil-A Job. Gets Declined. →

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I just got off the phone with Paul, a highly-sough-after plastic surgeon in New York.

“I don’t want to be a doctor anymore,” Paul says. “What else can I do? I have lots of restaurant experience. I’ve worked in 15 restaurants during my life. It’s not easy but I could do it. I did research on chains and franchises and I chose Chick-fil-A. Three months ago I applied to be an owner/operator. I got through the first application and got declined the second round of applications. They are extremely picky. Nearly 20,000 apply and only a few are chosen.”

I’m shocked he was declined.

“It wasn’t a crushing blow,” says Paul. “The Chick-fil-A people were really nice. For whatever reason they rejected me, I don’t hold it against them.” His wife (also a physician) believes he didn’t get the job because he’s a doctor. Is a plastic surgeon overqualified to run a Chick-fil-A?

Apparently Chick-fil-A handpicks each operator after a lengthy interview process. Then they must go through a rigorous training program for months. Yet Paul survived 4 years of medical school, 5 years of general surgery and is board certified. He also did a trauma and critical care fellowship and then 2 years of plastic surgery residency. He completed 12 years of his training in 2002 and now has 16 years of experience. He should be able to run a Chick-Fil-A. Right?

Apparently they won’t allow an applicant to have a medical practice and a restaurant. You have to be an owner operator full time (which is what Paul wants to do). Surprisingly, you don’t need any restaurant experience to open a Chick-fil-A. I asked Paul why he plans to leave plastic surgery for fast food.

Paul’s top 5 reasons for leaving plastic surgery

1) Tired of nasty patients. He’s disgusted by entitled, shallow, superficial patients.

2) Challenges of a private practice. He’s got headaches of owning his office condominium as well as having to pay ever-increasing fees for DEA license, taxes, staffing, certifications and a constant array of government regulations that are absolutely oppressive. He’s constantly getting nickeled and dimed.

3) Fighting for insurance reimbursement. Insurers pre-approve procedures and then decline payment. Paul’s currently fighting 3 different claims for bilateral breast reconstructions. They agreed to pay $10,000 ($5,000 per breast) then after they paid him they said they’d only cover $7500. Insurance company is now demanding he reimburse them $7500 ($2500 per case). “Nobody cares if a plastic surgeon gets paid,” Paul says. “Nobody gives a shit.”

4) Medical malpractice threats. Paul is in the middle of his first malpractice case now. Revision of breast reconstruction. Very common. Nothing had gone wrong. Patient is threatening. He’s trying to help. “Even if I legitimately make a mistake,” Paul says, “I’m trying to help you. And you are trying to extract money from me.” Not only would Paul have a big payout, he’d be publicly humiliated. Physicians are seen as lottery tickets. Patients get big settlements in court. Nobody feels sorry for doctors who get sued. “I don’t want to be anyone’s ticket to overnight riches,” Paul says.

5) Declining income. Paul can no longer pay expenses some months. Not drawing much of a salary. Thankfully he’s got a lean practice with low expenses so he’s scraping by for now.

Paul’s top 5 reasons for wanting a job at Chick-Fil-A

1) He could have his own business. “I want the joys of owning a business without the hassles of constant medical micromanagement and regulation with fear of lawsuits, expensive regulations, and inability to cover expenses.”

2) His income would go up. Chick-fil-A franchises require a $10,000 initial investment to become an operator. Paul paid more more than $200,000 in student loans to become a plastic surgeon. People will pay cash for their own chicken breast sandwich. No revisions. No reimbursement woes. And he won’t have to worry about customers coming back demanding refunds months later.

3) He could really be the boss. “Doctors are not the boss (even in private practice),” Paul laments.

4) Easier to take vacation. He could put a manager in charge and won’t have to rush in when someone is sick. More than once he’s tried to be on vacation and had to rush home for a post-op infection or had to call meds into a pharmacy while away.

Good news! Chik-fil-As are closed for business on Sundays and well as Thanksgiving and Christmas. So Paul would actually be able to enjoy holidays and free time to himself like most non-physicians do on weekends.

5) Life would be less stressful. Having worked in restaurants his entire life, Paul knows it’s very stressful. “But nobody is going to come sue you and drag you into court. You are not worried about someone dying and listening to a jury tell you what a horrible person you are.”

What’s Paul’s real problem?

Paul is looking for a low-risk exit strategy. So he chose something he knew—the restaurant business. (I admit I’ve had escape-medicine-to-fast-food fantasies myself) .Was Paul acting from a place of courage? Not really. He was acting from a place of fear—trying to mitigate and control risk so he completed the application honestly.

When physicians answer applications honestly in regard to exit strategies (whether leaving medicine or leaving the planet due to suicide) it’s probably not going to go so well. And it didn’t go so well for Paul because even Chick-fil-A does not want someone who is torn between two worlds, who is operating with one foot in the medical field and one foot in the food industry.

So he was turned down.

My advice to Paul would be decide how much risk you are willing to take. Is it risky to leave medicine? Of course. Yet you are taking a risk every time you go into a surgical theater for a breast reconstruction. You are taking a risk every time you treat an entitled patient. Every time you talk to a patient you risk being sued. You are nervous, tense. You were hoping to jump from the risks you know that are untenable and take a risk with Chik-fil-A that you felt was less risky.

It doesn’t work that way. If you really, really want out of medicine, then leave. Apply to your franchise of choice, complete the application as someone who is 100% dedicated to a new career and you increase your chances of becoming a successful franchise owner.

Most physicians make fear-based decisions. Yet successful decisions are based on true desire. Pursue your dream. Don’t run away from your nightmare. If your dream is to practice medicine here’s my best advice: hang out with doctors who are loving their lives. Learn from them. Model what works.

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Physician PTSD—Help for Traumatized Doctors →

Physician PTSD

NOTE: Article updated 10/7/22 to reflect my newfound experiences with traumatized physicians.

I recently spoke with an emergency doc at a busy understaffed hospital. He had just dealt with a mass shooting and is now in the midst of a divorce. Clearly distressed, he wants to retire. Here’s the shocker: He told me that he did NOT feel traumatized.

Physicians are suffering with PTSD. Whether we want to admit it or not, many of us developed medical student PTSD. Even premedical students at the very earliest stages in their careers may be carrying childhood trauma and a hidden diagnosis of PTSD.

Physicians who save lives are losing their own to untreated trauma.

Shells of their former selves, most doctors are unable to relax or feel joy. Trapped in assembly-line medicine—immersed in misery and suffering—doctors are often disconnected from their bodies, their hopes and dreams—their own humanity.

I’m Dr. Pamela Wible and I run a doctor suicide helpline. I’ve spoken to thousands of suicidal doctors. Most have PTSD.

What’s the solution to physician PTSD?

First, state the obvious—tell the truth. Stop denying that doctors have PTSD.  Let’s not blame physicians for occupationally induced mental health conditions.

You received no informed consent of the mental health impacts of a medical career. You are not to blame.

We have an epidemic of doctor suicide and physician PTSD. “Burnout” covers up the real violations to our humanity in medical education and practice. Burnout is a victim-blaming and shaming term that does not address the true reason doctors are suffering.

Physician PTSD Quiz

Top five things that lead to physician PTSD

1. MEDICAL TRAINING

We have a fear-driven medical education model that teaches us by terror. A retired surgical subspecialist wrote me:

“I was happy, secure and mostly unafraid until med school. I recall in vivid detail the first orientation day. Our anatomy professor stood before an auditorium filled with 125 eager, nervous, idealistic would-be healers and said these words. ‘If you decide to commit suicide, do it right so you do not become a burden to society.’ He then described in anatomical detail how to commit suicide. I have often wondered how many auditoriums full of new students heard these words from him. I am sure someone stood in front of us and told us what a wonderful and rewarding profession we had chosen. I do not remember those words, but I do remember how to successfully commit suicide with a gun.”

She goes on to share her first panic attack and how the trauma from her medical school orientation remains with her—even in retirement!

“One month later on the eve of our first monthly round of six exams in one day, I had my first full-blown panic attack. I had no idea what was happening. I thought I was losing my mind. I took a leave of absence and made up excuses. I returned untreated with maladaptive compulsive behavior, completed med school and survived the public pimp sessions and all the rest. No one ever suggested that the process was brutal or the responsibility frightening and no one offered us help. I have maintained contact with only one colleague from med school so I do not know how the others fared.”

Teaching by terror is common in medical school. Terrorized students suffer in isolation with chronic hypervigilance—even full-blown panic attacks. No wonder she felt like she was losing her mind.

Reacting vs. Responding to Trauma

When we are stressed and under the influence of high adrenaline—in a fight-or-flight state—we lose ability to respond in a thoughtful and calm manner. Medical trainees and physicians are often in chronic high reactivity states and can be easily triggered by traumatized patients.

All physicians suffer from intergenerational trauma (mostly untreated and even unrecognized). Traumatized doctors pass on their unresolved trauma to new trainees through emotional violence such as bullying.

Our attendings—mistreated themselves during training—without the teaching skills or mental health care that they required—simply pass on their pain to the next generation, as this surgeon reports:

“I began my residency in California and during that time was very depressed, abused within my training program. My depression impacted my performance and I was eventually fired. I was lucky enough to find another position and continue my training, however, some days I feel my depression and despair returning primarily when I feel my career has been irreparably damaged by my departure from my first residency program. Those feelings were initially tied to hazing and bullying that are an integral part of the educational program there.”

Many times we feel that if we can leave the trauma behind geographically (by moving to a new hospital, residency, state), we will suddenly be better. Yet our trauma follows us for a lifetime as the above surgeon shares:

“Sometimes, I can still hear those attendings in my head saying things like, ‘Watching you operate is like watching a retarded monkey.’ Or, ‘Do they ever teach anatomy at your medical school? Our students know more than you.’ It’s paralyzing. I am reaching out to you for two reasons. I’m interested in eradicating the abuse in medical education. I’d like to have a career in academics and to influence policy regarding the treatment of trainees. More importantly, can you help me make the flashbacks stop? Can you help me not worry so much about my future? Can you help me with my depression related to my change in career trajectory?”

To help with flashbacks—a sign of full-blown physician PTSD—we must revisit the original place of our trauma and move from reactivity to responsiveness. Here are 5 tips for disrupting the trauma cycle.

2. HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS

Violations to our humanity are sadly commonplace in medicine: Hazing, bullying, racism, sexism—women belittled and told they should have gone into social work instead of neurosurgery because they cried after the death of a patient. Sleep deprivation—a torture technique used in war—can even cause seizures, hallucination, and psychosis in medical trainees. One doctor reports:

“I had married the year before residency, and for the first two years, I was either at work or asleep, so I didn’t see my wife. It was the start of the erosion of the relationship that led to divorce years later. I also suffered permanent health problems, some extreme sleep deprivation. Prior to residency, I slept fine eight hours a night and had regular bowel movements. Since my internship, I developed lifelong severe insomnia and went for decades on four to five hours of sleep per night as well as severe constipation using the toilet about every five days.”

A psychiatry intern told me she had only seen her newborn for six waking hours during the first six months of her residency. Children of physicians may be neglected—and maternal deprivation may cause lifelong problems in kids.

I know several medical students who had psychotic breaks due to sleep deprivation. Some docs work more than 100 hours per week. Two physicians explain their experiences:

“I did my internship in internal medicine and residency in neurology before laws existed to regulate resident hours, which are sadly not enforced and these people are then told to lie on their timecards. The law doesn’t necessarily help. My first two years were extremely brutal working a 110 to 120 hours per week.”

“I got to witness colleagues collapse unconscious in the hallway during rounds and I recall once falling asleep in the bed of an elderly comatose woman while trying to start an IV on her in the wee hours of the morning.”

These stories are not uncommon.

We cease to behave as humans when we’re treated with such inhumanity. We go numb. Disconnected to our own bodies, we objectify ourselves and others. We don’t notice when we’re hungry or sleepy or have to pee or need to cry. Physicians have told me they’ve lost the ability to cry.

The solution to human rights violations is not another burnout book or a resiliency module. In this survival guide, I outline the top 40 human rights violations in medical training (and practice)—with solutions.

3. VICARIOUS TRAUMA

All of us—especially surgeons, emergency docs, obstetricians, neonatologists—have experienced vicarious trauma. A neonatology fellow recently called me wondering if it was normal for her to have panic attacks and start crying in the middle of the her shift. I asked her what she’s doing at work. Well she’s flying around in a helicopter, picking up half-dead babies, preemies all over the county—and is the only one responsible at night for 40+ high-acuity NICU patients.

In that scenario, she is experiencing emotional flooding. She’s overwhelmed by her work hours, caring for way too many patients, all very sick—a set up for a medical mistake. She may be losing connection with her own body and in this state she is flooded by grief, sorrow, fear, and phobia. In a reactive mindset, she may even transiently lose some cognition and be unable to recall proper dosing. Amid a panic attack she may falter when intubating or inserting a central line.

When we dissociate, we are no longer in the present moment. We are performing suboptimally and are at risk of harming a patient—or ourselves. We may be accused of patient abandonment if we run to the bathroom or need to take a break to recover. Some doctors may need to take a leave of absence and get intensive treatment. Many fear license repercussions if they ask for help. Here are 13 tips for confidential mental health help.

Physicians should be alert to sensations of stress, tachycardia, feeling faint. You may even feel “shocky.” Ask yourself, “Can I feel my body? Am I in a cold sweat? Do I feel triggered?”

Notice if you are numb or so flooded by such strong emotions all you can feel is a desire to fight or flee.

I just spoke to an emergency doctor—a new residency grad. Highly skilled, she works in level one trauma centers with the highest acuity emergency cases because she doesn’t want to lose her hard-earned skills.

In the aftermath of fatal car accidents, she’s had to work on so many mangled patients that she is unable to drive a car herself without having panic attacks. Last year she spent more than $13,000 on Uber rides.

Both women docs above have occupationally-induced PTSD from vicarious trauma—and there’s no easy way to get 100% guaranteed confidential help. Where would they go? If they asked for help, they risk referral to a punitive Physician Health Program (PHP). They both felt they could not go to a psychiatrist—without fear of career repercussions.

So when a doctor is crying on the phone with me at midnight wondering what to do next, here’s what I say: You’re normal. You are having a normal reaction to trauma. You are having panic attacks. You are human. You are still a good doctor. You just need safe, confidential help to heal.

If you are a doctor and you have found yourself hiding in your car or in a bathroom stall at your hospital just shaking, crying, feeling totally out of control, feeling panic and impending doom, and you don’t know what to do next—you have been traumatized. You can heal. Read best tips to disrupt the cycle of physician PTSD.

In both these cases—the neonatologist and emergency doc—women in their mid 30s who have their eggs frozen—they haven’t been able to date, yet still want to have families of their own. How can one date when flooded with scenes of dead preemies and mangled car accident victims?

4. DOCTOR SUICIDES

Most physicians have lost a colleague by suicide. Nearly all of us have not been able to properly grieve these doctor suicides. We are going back to work each day feeling at risk ourselves.

Doctors have the highest suicide rate of any profession. In the aftermath of a doctor suicide, we have no time to grieve. We have to get back to work.

Here’s what I learned from investigating 757 doctor suicides.

Anesthesiologists have the highest risk of suicide among all physicians. Anesthesiologists who die by suicide may be found dead in hospital call rooms and closets. Google “doctor found dead in hospital.” You will probably discover a male anesthesiologist. Here’s a letter I received:

“In anesthesiology, it seems we have a higher percentage of death by suicide than other medical specialties. My colleague took his own life over a year ago. I was basically okay until then, but it’s how everyone reacted that really got to me, the show must go on. We diverted patients the first night probably because the ER had to see Joe when he came in. The next day, all of us were back at work in the operating room. There was no time to grieve and we and the department were so stunned. We didn’t know what we needed and what to ask for. It felt like abuse not to honor him or his colleagues with some rescheduling of operations. I will never be the same. I no longer see medicine as a force for good. It seems like it is a way for other people to make money off our talent, intelligence, education or determination. He was my friend.”

Without suicide postvention, grief-stricken doctors can misdirect and displace their anger and sadness. Abandoned by the suicide victim, by administration, by our peers who head back to work—we live with survivor guilt and confusion—and very likely our own passive suicidal fantasies to escape the horror of our pain.

Doctors develop (and hide) these maladaptive coping behaviors—drinking, taking excess prescriptions (or illicit) drugs, smoking marijuana, having affairs, and the list goes on . . .

Suicide secrecy just perpetuates the pain—and isolation.

Hospital administration will often blame the victim, label the dead doctor as mentally ill to cover the whole thing up. To clamp down any conversation or investigation of the suicide, institutions threaten grieving colleagues with professional reprimand, forced psychiatric referrals, or termination.

5. HAZARDOUS WORKING CONDITIONS

Chronically underappreciated and overworked, physicians feel trapped in assembly-line medicine—in big-box clinics forced to see patients every seven minutes.

How do you know if you’re in a toxic workplace? You experience an excessive amount of control—control of processes, of people, of time. You notice a lack of communication. People aren’t talking to each other. When they do talk, they are passive aggressive (as a reaction to being over-controlled). People isolate, withdraw, stonewall. Finally, communication stops altogether.

Without open communication, you can’t provide safe medical care. You may feel angry with a coworker. Any outburst and you risk being written up as a disruptive doctor, an unprofessional physician—terms that have been weaponized against doctors who may be reported to the medical board—even when advocating for patient safety!

No matter how beautiful your house, what a great car you drive, you will continue to suffer from a chronic toxic workplace or physician PTSD—unless you make a change.

Nonphysicians may say, “What do you have to be complaining about? You’re a doctor!” Having your feelings dismissed or minimized is not helpful.

If you’ve suffered from any of these five common pathways to physician PTSD—you absolutely need to talk to somebody so you won’t internalize your pain.

When you internalize your pain, you feel like something is wrong with you. When you look around others appear to be okay—even happy. You start to believe you are the problem.

You are having a normal reaction to an occupation that has violated your humanity. If you find yourself in a chronically toxic workplace, please know it is not your fault. You can heal. You have options.

It is not too late. You are not too damaged. You can heal from your trauma—and you can begin to actually experience what it’s like to be human.

I was once a suicidal doctor. I’ve had PTSD (even before medical school). I almost gave up my career—and my life. I know how it feels to be terribly misunderstood, lonely, isolated, traumatized—and at your wit’s end.

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The #1 reason doctors don’t reach out for help is fear of being reported. Please know that in ten years of running a free doctor suicide helpline, I have never reported a doctor to anyone. I’ve never turned a doctor over to the board, law enforcement, a PHP, or another entity. I don’t type what you tell me in an EMR. I’m just like you. I’m a peer who gets it because I’ve been through hell and back myself.

You can definitely bounce back—even after having an addiction, diverting drugs, or having a suspended license. I just got off the phone with a doctor who is healing after a felony for insurance fraud. I’ve heard it all. I still have empathy & tons of resources to share. As long as you are breathing, it’s never too late to heal.

All quotes published with permission, many in Physician Suicide Letters—Answered, available as a free audiobook.

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Med school refugees trapped at sea (& still studying!) →

Med Student Refugees

Hi Dr. Wible, I’m a current student at Ross University School of Medicine (which was located once on the island of Dominica) so we were in Dominica when Hurricane Maria Category 5 swept through and devastated the island. The hurricane was September 18, a Monday night, and Dominica lost power, running water, the roofs of homes. We woke up to what looked like the end of the world. No leaves on trees, power lines on the street, debris everywhere, doors scattered throughout, our school was destroyed for the most part.

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Medical School Destroyed by Hurricane

It was chaotic but I found relief with my friends. We stayed focused, looking for a reliable water source to fill up our empty gallon jugs with. We needed water for washing our hands, washing ourselves, and for “flush water” (a few gallons per 1 flush for the toilet).

Flushing toilet water

Dominica is a humid island. So without air conditioning or showers, everywhere smelled really bad. We were dehydrated and sweating more than we were drinking water, and our urine smelled. Trash was burning, people were doing their laundry in the river, there was a curfew for 4 pm because of the looters roaming around with guns, crossbows and knives. It was pure survival mode: for med students, professors, deans, admin, local Dominicans, and even the Prime Minister of Dominica, who lost the roof of his house. Professors lost the roofs of their homes—some of them were alone during that trauma. Students lost their roofs but most were sheltered on campus. One girl broke her clavicle from the roof caving in, and there were other minor injuries. One pregnant woman got medically evacuated by helicopter.

Luckily, my apartment just had some flooding. Roof was intact.

I was grateful to my landlord, who, even though he had lost everything—his home was gone—he still had his apartment building which we lived at, where he and his family stayed for shelter, and he did his best to make sure the generator was working. So by Friday, we were able to shower again. And I took a long shower that day and broke down, finally, after spending the week coping with my friends by laughing and sticking to survival protocol: find water sources to fill up the bottles, make sure we are rationing the food, joke about how insane this is, etc.

Ferry Evacuation Medical Students

We got evacuated by ferry boats and cruise ships and anything that was available—evacuated to St Lucia at first. My evacuation group had about 40 people and we were on a small boat (the touristy type of boat that you spend an hour max on). Well, generally a ferry boat ride takes 3 hours to St Lucia, but it took 14 hours because of the debris in the water. We kept hitting it so we had to go slow. It was a very tumultuous journey. Once in St Lucia, the school put us in a hotel and we all cried with happiness from the buffet and the food and ate as much as we could… Then, the school put us on a charter plane to Miami and encouraged us to go home and bond with our families.

Med School on a Boat

So, we had a few weeks to debrief. And then the school decided to resume the semester on a boat, and many students opted out. But the ones who stayed, like me, are experiencing quite the journey. Med school on a boat, semester at sea. We have roommates. There is no privacy.

Bedroom/Closet Med Students

The professors also don’t have privacy because they all share on “office” and don’t get their own bathrooms, and they have to be on the boat at 4 am every day, so they come sleep deprived, and are also very vocal about how traumatic this experience continues to be. We are docked at a port in St. Kitts and are sometimes anchored out at sea all day, to allow room for the cruise ships coming in, so we are “trapped” on the boat until we get to dock. The wifi doesn’t always work. And we still take exams and study, albeit not in the most conducive conditions. But we are trying…

Med Student Studying

But I am wondering how this is going to affect us in the future. I’m ready to throw in the towel. Feeling like I chose the wrong path (how could I not?).

So, I just wanted to share a little snippet of a really crazy situation that I’m still processing. But I know that you would appreciate this unique story. All the professors, students and administration are looking forward to being done with the semester on January 4. We will get relocated to Knoxville, Tennessee, for next semester, luckily. So, here’s hoping this semester goes smoothly, academically speaking, so that these experiences will have at least been worth it!!

Warm regards,

Melissa

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Wow Melissa!

You are a total survivor! I’m amazed. You’re so dedicated to your medical education that you rode out a Category 5 hurricane with sustained winds of 160 mph, floods, landslides, and total devastation to the entire country that left many dead.

You lost your medical school, all communication with the outside world, even access to drinking water. You wandered around dehydrated. You rationed food. You witnessed violence, looting, and the mass exodus of your classmates. Yet you remained.

You are obviously determined to complete your training. Trapped on a boat. Without privacy. And still passing your tests!

Your strength has come from helping one another in community, huddling together with your classmates, staying in close contact with your professors (since you can’t escape the boat). Catastrophes bring out the best and worst in people. Yet ultimately everyone becomes closer. Disasters tend to tear down hierarchy. To survive we depend on human kindness. People are more real, vulnerable, honest about how they feel. Mental and physical health issues surface and you must be there to attend to each others needs without infrastructure. And you did it!

How will this impact you in the future? You won’t ever need to attend a resiliency class. Trust me. And residency should be so much easier than this!

If you need to talk, I’m always here . . .

So proud of you!

~ Pamela

Do you have advice for Melissa? Please leave your words of wisdom below. She (& her classmates) are reading all your comments for support.

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“Medical training nearly killed me (and my friend)” →

Depressed Doctor

“Hi Dr. Wible, I am a fourth-year resident in a combined five-year program and I am burned out. Last month, I totaled my car as I sleepily drove home after my 8th night shift in a row and am lucky to have walked away with only a broken clavicle. Of course I was required to show up the very next day despite the fact that I was so traumatized I broke into tears suddenly multiple times that day. The following week, my 28-year-old co-resident nearly died after having a seizure while on inpatient medicine due to sleep deprivation and intolerable stress. A patient on our team died yesterday and my first thought was, “great, that’s one less person I have to take care of.” I know it’s not safe to continue practicing like this, but this has become the norm. Everyone around me is like this and it becomes almost normal. But is it humane? I don’t know what happened to the younger version of me who wanted to comfort a dying patient or save a life or decrease a patient or family member’s suffering. I don’t know where I became lost, but after so many years of living as a cog in the wheel, I have become the hardened resident they trained me to be. And for that, I suffer and so do my patients. Thanks for letting me vent. Feel free to share my story but please omit my name because I would still like to graduate residency, if it doesn’t kill me first.” ~ Michelle

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Dear Michelle

I am so very sorry that our medical education system has destroyed your love for medicine and your compassion for your patients, that your residency nearly killed your colleague and almost took your own life. You do not deserve to be treated this way. Here are my thoughts.

1) You do not have “burnout.” You have been abused. Your human rights have been violated. You have not been allowed to sleep or eat properly, to take care of your own bodily needs (which you must do to stay alive on this planet). This is basic human physiology. Burnout is a victim blaming/shaming term that has been used to deflect attention to the victim and deflect attention from the perpetrator—your residency. Please use the correct terminology. We can’t solve a problem if it is shielded in euphemisms.

2) Your story matters. I am beyond grateful that you have the courage to share your pain with me and with the world. If we all keep pretending that this is okay, the mistreatment will continue. There is no excuse for a health care institution to place human beings in harms way. Sleep deprivation causes medical mistakes every day in every hospital. Sleep deprivation kills young doctors in the prime of their lives. We must all stand up and say enough to the rampant human right violations in medical education (especially residency).

3) You are a beautiful person who has been wounded. You care. You love. You have compassion for people innately. Your training program has snuffed that out and is sucking the very love our of your heart and the very joy out of your soul for healing and serving others. How? Because you have no time to care for yourself. You have been forced to live a fight-or-flight life. You are struggling for your very own survival (which is why you are having trouble caring for others).

4) The younger idealistic humanitarian still lives in you. You may need therapy to pull her out again. You are welcome to come to our retreats (scholarships available) so do let me know if you have any time off or want to set an elective in Oregon. I am here if you ever need to talk to me. I just tried to call you. No answer. You are probably at work. You can get your life back. You can once again comfort a dying patient. You can eventually help others with their suffering after you heal from the trauma of your medical training. Please know not all residencies are like this. I absolutely loved my residency. We can do better.

5) You are loved. Don’t ever give up. So many people love you. I am here for you. We are all here for you. Reach out to those of us who are resourced, who have survived what you are enduring now, those of us who are standing up to humanize medical education so that future generations of doctors do not have to suffer. Your life is too precious to give up. I have so much more to say. I’ll wait for you to call me. 541-345-2437

Pamela Wible, M.D., reports on human rights violations in medicine. She is author of Physician Suicide Letters—Answered.

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