When I first came to med school I was incredibly concerned about being so much older than my colleagues. My student advisor told me that it was unlikely to be a problem and that I would find that my fellow students would be coming to me for advice and help with their social problems. She was rightI'm used to being the one that people turn to with academic problems, so having this shift in perceived ability is a bit strange.
So far I've chatted with class mates about misunderstanding partners, working too many hours, family discord and now divorce. It's like I have a neon sign suggesting that they come discuss this stuff with me, or maybe it's that advisor telling them to come see me, either way, I'm finding the new role to be sometimes overwhelming.
Since I'm older than these guys I can see my younger self in them. This is pulling up a lot of things that I hadn't considered in some time and many mistakes I've made but was happy to "forget". It's a bit exhausting.
While it's incredibly gratifying to know that I do have a helping role within the class, I should maybe consider investing in a chaise...
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