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I’m a medical resident on long hours and I deal with primarily heroin addict in various levels of dying. I’m a bit more hard nosed and less touchy feely than my colleagues who let them inject in their rooms, given them whatever they want, all in the name of progressivism and empathy and fighting the patriarchy. I try to keep the staff safe and the pts safe from overdose, I don’t advocate for expensive surgeries to replace heart valves infected in ongoing users, and for the ones that have kids and small children I advocate for them and sometimes call CYFD if I think they’re being neglected or abused. For this I’m alienated and labeled a patriarchical trump supporting right winger (I’m also the only good looking straight white male in the bunch which makes me a target from the get go). I worry that I really am an asshole and less sympathetic than I should be but I feel I’m just being reasonable and doing the right thing for everyone but it’s still lonely and makes me wonder. I just get so angry and sad about these babies born addicted to heroin when all anyone cares about is giving the mother more drugs and telling her she’s a victim. I just don’t know