Finals from the patient's perspective
I have been meaning to write this article for a long time-since I was 15 in fact. That was when I volunteered to be a patient subject for medical school examinations for a small fee of £7. At the time I had been in what is politely called an “adult psychiatric unit” for four months, so the prospect of a day out was very appealing.
I had been pumped up to a prescribed target weight, so my outward appearance as a 15 year old was cruelly deceptive. Inside, however, I was far from cured, making me a tricky subject for such examinations. Furthermore, my history was a personal odyssey of extreme despair and abject misery.
I had no idea of what the day held in store, but the excitement at boarding the minibus, along with several others from the unit-though I was by far the youngest-was quickly replaced on our