Although I’m speaking mostly to my follow Doctors of Chiropractic (DCs) here–after all, that’s the discipline with which I’m most familiar–much of this could apply to any type of doctor or other healthcare professional. And although I haven’t been in practice too long (only about 4.5 years as a doctor and 6 years before that as a neuromuscular massage therapist), I’ve been blessed to encounter gifted individuals and take what they had to say to heart. Today, I’m attempting to paraphrase them all into a single blog post. Please bear with me…
Yes, that’s in honor of the hit song “With or Without You” by U2.
So sue me (grin).
I’m not a martyr. I’m not someone to burn themselves out and say, “poor me, look at what all I do for everyone else!” And yet that’s exactly what I ended up doing. I didn’t intend to, not by a long shot. But I did anyway. Live and learn…
Some of you already know where I’m going with this. Half are starting to clap, while the other half is drawing up “Wanted: Dead or Alive” posters.
Others of you don’t yet know who I’m talking about. That’s okay. I’ll explain.
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.
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.