Why does medical training feel like jail time?

And why are our abusers the ones holding all the keys?

During my medical training, I was assaulted twice, verbally abused, and harassed endlessly.

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It was never at the hands of patients or their families. It was at the hands (and in one instance, tooth forceps) of my colleagues.

The harassment was such a persistent part of my junior medical officer existence that it was only when it stopped — when I was surrounded by the relative silence of consultant life — that I realised how accustomed I had become to it.

Bullying of junior doctors is on everyone’s minds at the moment. The medical colleges have