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As you lay on that table

I was meant to write something else, but I simply could not before getting this off my chest.
For the past two days my mind has gone back to the student parties, dinners, or "Sits" as we call them (sitting down around long tables and singing traditional and re-made drinking songs over a 3 course dinner). And no, it is not the party I thought about- but an incident that kept recurring if you happened to sit at "that table", And like so many other girls who attended each month, I as well had my fare share a few times.. got disgusted, laughed it away, and got slightly happier and a less turned stomach whenever I could find my escape to another conversation.

It was a conversation, or a monologue really, one that should never have taken place, or maybe it is better that it did- because now (still years after) we knew which doctors to avoid once they graduate.

He and his friend, one always popping in their head to help out with the other ones monologue- that he so eagerly shared with (mainly) the women at his table, shared their details about why they where at medical school, and why they wanted to pursue a career in gynecology, and I apologies for the gruesome wording but; "Where the wanted to stick their fingers and then sniff it" and to "have easy access to pussy all the time", this while pouring down those shoots and asking you to join them.

It was horrible, and it should have stopped,
they should have stopped,
or at least not be allowed to practice medicine,

But instead it got quiet, some laughed, I guess we laughed,
because this is what we do.
Women too, we shrugged it off as we had been taught to do.

But I truly hope they never get to practice medicine, I really do.


It was accepted, it was just something they tend to say.
and you could always choose to simply walk away.

But.. what if they are now out there, doing exactly as they would say ?
These men do not deserve to be doctors,
I hope they failed their classes or were simply led astray.


As a doctor you give a promise, to always treat your patient with respect, A place for someone in a vulnerable position, where they deserve to feel safe.
Women from all backgrounds, some with traumatic experiences of abuse.
They come to you naked, they are shaking as they take off their shoes.
Their body is in your hands, and as a licensed doctor, what do you do ?

Men just as well as women can be professional if they have all the empathy in place and if they so  choose. To give a feeling of safety- not cause trauma or deepen their wounds.

I have never chosen a male doctor for my gynecological procedures and checks, mostly for this incident at the monthly party- that lays in the back of my mind time and time again, Imagine now laying on top of that dinner table without your clothes. But just as with rape- it is not all men. At the gynecological check-up I've  had One traumatizing experience with a female as well.  But how do you know who can you trust ?

Just promise me this, if you hear that kind of talk at a student party, tell them off and right them up.
All women deserve to live in a world where these things stop.

Better late than never.





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