Hi , 50y ago , on Oct 4th 1975 I rocked up at Newcastle medical school for Fresher's week . It was the start of my journey into a job I found I was really good at and enjoyed hugely. In fact,at almost 70 ,
, I continue to work as GP for 2 days a week ...and I love it.
Unfortunately, I did not love Medical school very much.
I grew up on a council estate, won a place at the local state Grammar school and was very academic.
Despite my career teacher telling me I would never get into Med school because of my background and the fact I was a girl , I was determined and I got in .
I was quiet and very shy and suddenly found myself surrounded by cocky youngsters from private schools who oozed confidence , cosied up with lecturers and professors and generally made me feel totally inadequate and unseen.
I did well at uni , passing everything with excellent marks and getting a good " house job " after qualifying.
However, I was always lonely and felt like an imposter.
I met my husband,who qualified the previous year and came from an identical background. He too made few friends and didn't fit in.
However, we both went on to have good careers , have been married 44 years and have 4 beautiful, clever and kind adult children.
We have never lived the high life style of our peers , enjoying home and family , church,pets , garden, friends etc.
It's been a good life.
At 69 I am in good health,tall and weigh only a little more that in 1981 when I married.
This all sounds like I am boasting, doesn't it?
I'm not.
All my life I have avoided the reunions of my year but there's one this year to celebrate the 50th anniversary.
I thought I wanted to go . I have grown more comfortable with myself and in my skin and was , for a while, proud of myself, despite not being a consultant or professor etc.
So , I have booked to go .
Unfortunately, they've just sent a list of everyone going.... and I am immediately back to being the shy girl from a council house who no one thought anything of.
Many on the list totally ignored me at Med School and I guess, will not have a clue who I am.
We were asked to decide who we want to sit with. I know nobody really.
My flat mate,who became a consultant, is going, but she's not been in touch for decades and has not bothered to email me.
I don't dare contact her, as I am sure she doesn't want to sit with me.
So , after a lot of soul searching, I can't decide.... Do I go , put on my prettiest frock , look fabulous, hold my head up and go for a final look at all these people who thought they were better than me and show them they were so very wrong?
Or do I take the easy option and just not go . No one would notice or care .
What would you do , please,?