When I was in training, the thing that weighed on me most, and at times pushed me in the general direction of burnout, wasn't the long hours, the sleep deprivation, or taking another human's life into my hands several times per day.
It was being a grown up adult, a married man, a father, a person who made the cut to get into medical school and graduated and passed the USMLE, a person who held an unrestricted license to practice medicine ... and yet I lived and worked in this surreal kindergarten-like world where I and a bunch of other people like me were constantly seeking approval from attendings like they were distantly neglectful parents.
I don't remember having that kind of relationship with my professors in college or medical school. There wasn't a culture that revolved around "staying off the radar" or
pleasing anyone. In my interactions with them, I was a respected adult learner, and they were there to guide me. Somehow, when I became an intern, I became a child again. And to make it worse, to an extent I embraced that role because I understood it to be the only way I'd be able graduate and move on to a less caustic place in life.
I actually felt
worse about it because I voluntarily assumed that role.
I'm just an armchair psychiatrist, but I can't help but think of of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. You've got a bunch of mature adult high achievers, fresh out of medical school, in that top self-actualization tier of the pyramid, and then they enter the world of GME and get roughly kicked down to a level where all of a sudden the overriding concerns are for "security, order, law, stability, freedom from fear" ... one bare notch above basic biological needs for food and shelter. Safety needs.
That stuff at the top of the pyramid is important, and while residency could and should be structured to lift people up, too often it feels like we've created some kind of gradeschool-esque popularity contest where the residents need to show a smile, never show a sign of fatigue, always verbalize enthusiasm about that high-value afternoon wound washout add-on case aka opportunity to excel even when we
know they're just as disappointed in getting an extra couple hours of low-yield labor as we are.
Over and over again I've seen very junior trainees who are just as incompetent as their peers, but their demeanor, speech patterns, personality, sense of humor get them "on the radar".
A majority of staff eval narratives include comments on attitude. Even when complimentary, when residents see such comments, it just reinforces the notion that they're being judged on nonclinical personality trait intangibles.
There's something fundamentally pathological and humiliating about our system. It's no wonder that physician burnout, depression, and suicide are such problems. I think we fixate on work hours being the main culprit waaaaaay too much. We're the better part of two decades into this work hour limit experiment and residents are still burning out and killing themselves. It's not because they're tired.
I think it's because the system makes them feel small.