The medical profession is founded on the principles of confidentiality in the sense of respecting patient privacy. To put colloquially, it’s a profession of keeping secrets. I was never great with that. That sort of thought process involves holding information in for a long time. I don’t particularly know why. It’s very uncomfortable for me to do that, and after medical school when I experienced moments of psychosis, I attributed them to the act of bottling up information.
Thus, I try to be open in my dealings with other human beings in the present day for the sake of my mental health. The medical establishment does not recommend this necessarily because information exchange is very much like a high stakes game in our day-to-day interactions. However, for some reason, I don’t really particularly like to agree with the recommendations of the medical establishment.
Ever since medical school, for instance, there’s been a lot of disagreements between myself and medical professionals. I don’t particularly know why, I just don’t think the same way as many in the medical field. I’m a biomedical engineer and aspiring architect, not a physician. It is very black-and-white.
The Ivory Tower 
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