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A Piece of My Mind
May 17, 2016

My Name Is Not “Interpreter”

Author Affiliations
  • 1Department of Psychiatry, Equity Research and Innovation Center (ERIC), Yale School of Medicine, New Haven, Connecticut
JAMA. 2016;315(19):2071-2072. doi:10.1001/jama.2016.1249

The day I completed my sociology dissertation, I felt like a king. I was one step closer to finally accomplishing my dream of becoming a physician-scientist. To complement this feeling of royalty, my wife and I found ourselves invited to an upscale restaurant—a faculty member’s treat for this joyous occasion.

We excitedly got ready and we looked sharp: she, resplendent in a lovely cocktail dress, and I, sporting my skinny suit, the gray one—the one that made me feel like a GQ model.

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