I mentioned in my most recent post that much of the typical chiropractic education ranks somewhere between “a for-profit trade school…and a…religious cult”. That might be/sound harsh, but I wasn’t lying.
Back it up, you say? Fair enough. Oh, let me count the ways…
Continue reading Chiro Cleanup – Part 3: School’s Out(dated)
To give this fantastic-but-often-misguided profession the fundamental overhaul that it so desperately needs, we’ve got to start where Doctors of Chiropractic are “born” – the schools. Chiropractic education shares many (of the better!) traits with those of conventional medical schools; however, a large chunk of the time spent in chiropractic school resonates somewhere between a for-profit trade school (the cheesy ones advertised on late-night TV commercials) and a spiritual (if not religious) cult.
Continue reading Chiro Cleanup – Part 2: The Muck Starts Here
Seems as though we have a little stigma on our hands. Nope, it wasn’t your imagination. We couldn’t possibly sweep all that dirty laundry under the rug, ya know.
In all fairness, it wasn’t entirely our fault. The conventional allopathic medical profession had is share of imperfection (think pre-Flexner times), and we were achieving some success stories they weren’t.
Maybe our only downfall was that we couldn’t properly explain those successes. Or maybe it had something to do with our chiropractic grassroots rising up into a homespun, mid-America cult with a little 1895 Jerry Springer to boot.
Continue reading Chiro cleanup part 1: a little stigma
I despise the word “subluxation”.
And this time, I’m not even ducking.
Throw all the stones you want – it still has to be said: we shouldn’t use “subluxation” to describe Chiro-Enemy No. 1 (the ol’ “bone out of place”).
In fact, we really can’t use it and remain legitimate.
Continue reading “Ends in ‘-ubluxation’” and other chiro-vocab adventures
[Insert monosyllabic mildly-cynical laugh here]
Before I wade too much further into this pool (ocean?) I should probably throw this out there…
DCs don’t typically become DCs without possessing a thick(er-than-most) skin. This is an unfortunate necessity, but I think it ultimately benefits us. Part of our unique acquired skillset includes the ability to let roll off practically any hair-brained comment from pretty much anyone…including our own brethren.
Continue reading Disclaimer…
[Comes to, stands up, looks around…]
OK. I think I like it here. Time will tell. And I’m at least superficially anonymous (you’ll have to dig a little to find out who I really am), so I think I can talk freely. After all, I’m a safe distance (in terms of both time and geography) away from my alma mater and my degree and licensing eligibility no longer hang in the imbalance.
I’m a DC. That stands for Doctor of Chiropractic, which DOES mean that yes, I’m a real doctor. More often, though our headspace often gets caught somewhere between kneejerk business owner and used car salesman.
Continue reading Unknown waters