The chamber of a gynecologist is a strange place to be in. Seated outside in the waiting lounge exposed to commotion characteristic of a medical establishment one can hardly get an idea of what transpires within the secure confines of these 10 ft by 10 ft chambers.Inside as a woman is sealed from the world with in its four walls she is split wide open to a single person who has her permission to enter her body and sometimes her mind too.
The stories may not be real but my experiences most definitely are.
The need to visit such a facility and open up to a consultant occupying authority arises out of certain vital biological functions carried out during the course of a life born as female. The dialogue conducted within the confines of these holed up clinical places are reflective of turmoil of an average woman’s life and that itself makes the whole place anything but ordinary.
The sheer volume of work and consequent exhaustion at times might have compelled the slogger in me to label the routine as mundane, repetitive and insipid but the observer in me has painstakingly been taking cognizance of pathos that surround my subjects. My expertise as gynecologist makes me deal with human body born with genetic equation of 44XX therefore programmed to go through the ordeal of menstrual cycle, Puberty Pregnancy, and menopause but that is a miniscule part of the entire spectrum of purpose I serve to my clients.
During the course of their seeking my counsel I end up entering their lives.
I end up taking their decisions. I end up knowing more than I should.
Every subject is Distinct. Every situation is different. Every story is unique.
Some have solutions, others are simply irredeemable.
The boundary between professional and humanitarian duties is blurred so often that at times one has to make efforts to stay detached at the cost of being labeled insensitive.
The lives are born, terminated, curtailed and at times ruined by advice emanating from such chambers. The vitality of nature of our work domain makes it a significant place not just for the visitor but also for those within her sphere of influence. The atypia interspersed with the typicality of my work as a ‘woman’s doctor’ serves me well. It keeps me hooked to the otherwise demanding profession. It allows me to stay human with a requisite dose of humility. It also makes me see the world from a perspective other than that of arrogance-ridden world of healers I belong to.
And if you thought the counsel between the clinician and the client is designed for the benefit of the latter you couldn’t be farther from truth. It is as much for the person occupying the other side of examination table.
I deal with women in age group which spans from very young to very old. However majority of my clients belong to fertile age group. That incidentally is the cluster where all the action lies. A woman is a powerhouse of energy is a fact known to everyone but a woman is epitome of adaptability and acceptance of the weirdest of things happening with her or through her was something I learnt during my dealing with them . And like a true character of my own script I adapted and accepted.
Every subject had something sensitive, poignant or secret in nature to share. How many secrets can one hold? I had no idea till I joined private practice. I learnt as women are assured of patient hearing in a non judgmental manner they acquire an inane sense of confidence. The interactive Sessions then acquire the relevance of therapy sessions. The healing process takes off from long before they pop a prescribed pill or are wheeled in to procedure area. Whatever field of specialization counseling remains single most important aspect of our role as a healer. I cannot say how many of us take cognizance of the fact.
I am glad I did.
A Gynecologist is not trained to a sexologist and can’t therefore be expected to function as one. It, like any other field of medicine has a demarcated area of expertise with specifications and limitations. But often this premise is overlooked. It is particularly breached in our field which deals with the business of making babies. The biological functions lying in the ambit of the subject are so intricately fused with the function of conjugality and sexual activity that the line between the two forever remains blurred.
In this blog I plan to jot down interesting case history of certain atypical cases I came across during my course as practicing doctor.The stories have been heavily modified to safeguard privacy. These could have been stories of real individuals with real situations but I am bound by professional ethics and therefore can’t disclose anything which even remotely resembles a person or her situation. Each story has components derived from a couple of others with similar profile. I have utmost regards for those who choose me to be their savior in times when they needed one. The sanctity of my commitment towards my clients thus remains unchallenged. Any resemblance to characters or situations is incidental.
On the other hand if these stories remain untold some of us will remain oblivious of trials n tribulations; Strength and courage; conviction and sincerity apart from connivance and manipulation pathgnomic of the world of fair maiden.
The stories may not be real but my experiences most definitely are.
