My father, Dr. David Gerbarg, a very active physician and chief of medicine at our local hospital, encouraged me to become a doctor at a time when very few women went to medical school. As a child, I rode in the car with him when he made house calls and early morning trips to the hospital. For me, that was quality time as we could talk about everything that was happening. From him, I heard stories about a courageous woman psychiatrist he knew, about how she handled violent patients, and about how she rescued a man by rappelling down a mountainside. In retrospect, these stories were probably to provide a role model for me, as there were so few women doctors in our area.
Dad always said that practicing medicine was 40% medical and 60% psychological. When I was 13 years old, he gave me a textbook of psychiatry to read. That might have been a subtle nudge in this direction. Although I was baffled by some of the vocabulary, nevertheless, Strecker’s Fundamentals of Psychiatry deepened my understanding people and their behaviors. Two members of my family suffered from depression. My father took care of them. He helped me understand what they were experiencing and the treatments they were receiving. During medical training, I was more interested in seeing people as individuals rather than as diseases. Some people prefer certainty in their work. I don’t. When you practice psychiatry you never know what will happen each time you open the door and invite a patient into your office. Every treatment is a unique creative collaboration between the psychiatrist and the patient.