It was that time when the headlines screamed of Mass murder, Genocide and Feticide of the female child in Beed district of Maharashtra and during such turbulent times when the girls were brutally murdered in their mother’s uterus, we i.e. were sitting around in the department and talking about the prejudices, discrimination and ignorance of the rural and illiterate folk. In comes Savitribai, the patient allotted to us for history taking.
She looked just like the rest of them, those ignorant fools we were just cursing for killing unborn girls. She was old, withered, in pain and thus started with her long spiel of complaints .By the time we reached the family history we were pretty sure what her diagnosis may be and were just going through the motions. She told that she had 4 children, three daughters and one son. I scorned mentally and slotted her to be one of those people who kept trying for a SON instead of choosing to have a small family. But She didn’t stop at that, maybe my disgusted expression pushed her on I really don’t know but she went on to explain how happy she was with her daughters, how hardworking they were, how much they studied and how proud she was of her daughter and as if this wasn’t enough she told us that she would gladly exchange her wayward son for another daughter.
And that was when I realised my folly. I was so prejudiced that I couldn’t take people for what they were and assumed that because she was old, ignorant and illiterate she must have prized her son more than her daughters. How wrong was I! Prejudice prevented me from forming a rapport with my patient but the old lady in all her wisdom helped me realise my mistake. But this is just one incident, there are countless others in my fledgling career and I’m guessing there were be many more in the years to come, because while we attempt to take their history and learn their ailment they end up teaching us life lessons.