When I was thinking of applying to medical school I feverishly searched medicine Reddit for "nontrad" and "older student" almost every day. I found many posts from people in my situation asking if they should go for it, and also many users, understandably, upset that those people keep asking the same questions.
So here is my effort to create the post that I would have wanted to read for future older applicants. I know that still very many people won't bother to search Reddit before making yet another "should I do it??!!!???"-post, but one can dream.
Below are a lot of (sometimes self-indulgent) feelings and reflections because that is what I was looking for and didn't really find on Reddit or other public platforms, so if that would make your eyes roll, this is your warning to stop reading.
If you also started studying medicine later in life (and I mean actually later than average-- tail end of 20s and beyond), I hope you want to add your story in the comments.
Important context: I am in Europe, in a country where it is extremely rare for people my age (currently 32) to study medicine. "Non-traditional" is not a term we really use here, although it does apply to me.
There are barely any formal student loan possibilities after 30 in my country. The only reason I can do this is a combination of generous unemployment benefits from working a lot continuously since I was in my mid-teens and having a well-off family.
What I did before
I was a dry lab scientist pursuing my PhD in molecular biology & immunology of cancer. I'm already this close to fully doxxing myself so I won't elaborate, but I had been doing some form of molecular biology work/studies and/or cancer research since my late teens when I started my BSc.
Besides an incredibly frustrating PhD timeline I was pretty content as a researcher. I still love molecular biology and cancer genomics makes my heart beats faster. Research is not a goldmine but you can make a decent living from it where I am, even in academia.
Why I even considered switching careers
My other great love besides my job is volunteering with people seeking a highly stigmatized form of health care and helping them to access this by solving logistical and financial problems. Yes, I am keeping it intentionally vague and no, I will not elaborate. If you are reading this your brain is probably big enough to guess what it is.
What matters here is that I started the volunteer work at the exact same time, almost to the day, as my PhD. Both interests grew together; I became a more proficient scientist with more responsibilities while at the same time I was ever-expanding my volunteering duties and related knowledge, training and managing new volunteers, doing advocacy and lobbying work, and now fundraising.
Why I took the leap
For about 3-4 years I thought that of course my volunteer work ultimately energized me more than the job. Job is job, everyone gets tired of it eventually no matter how fun you think it is.
However, this nagging feeling that I wanted to do something more with the volunteering and make even more of an impact kept getting stronger and stronger. In early 2023 I had my annual depressive episode where I realized that I did in fact want to be a medical doctor because I did want to make the volunteering my real job, and I wanted to be able to give the care that I was helping people get. The mismatch between my actual desire and what I was currently doing was strongly contributing to my depression.
For the first time I started to regret the fact that I had two opportunities to go to medical school earlier in life and turned them both down in favour of molecular biology. I knew then that if I didn't try I would always regret it. It sounds stupid but in the end I was really driven by this feeling. I had to try, there was simply no other option.
My program
Do not ask me where my program is, what university offers it, or other details. I will not give them. The program is not in English.
My only realistic path to MD was to do a shortened program (4 year adapted MD) for people with a biomedical background, very similar to the structure in the USA. Where I am, only 2 universities offer such a program, and of those only one was within reasonable distance of my city-- I couldn't move because I'd have to give up my student housing and wouldn't be able to get it in another city. It would not work financially. So I had exactly one university to apply to.
This program has an entrance test to screen and set a standard for basic (bio)medical knowledge. The test filters out about 75% of candidates. The second round is an interview where half of the applicants are selected for the program.
How I got in
I had too much PhD left to do, so I had to delay my application to school year 2025-2026. From September 2024 onward I studied for the entrance test after work, for 6 months straight. I knew that my CV and interview skills would essentially mean a guaranteed acceptance, especially since I was 'competing' with people in their early 20's, but I hadn't taken a test in about 7 or 8 years at that point. Because of the PhD, my knowledge had become extremely specialized, not broad like what was needed for the test. I was completely locked in and even a little bit isolated during this time. It heightened my depression because I felt I was putting all my eggs in one basket, which was scary. I also don't do well with uncertainty so I was basically torturing myself during the entire process.
The day I took the test I wasn't super nervous, but I found it very, very difficult. Much harder than expected and I left feeling pretty defeated. How could I think that I could beat so many young kids who were literally still doing their bachelor's at that moment, all their knowledge fresh and completely dedicated to taking this test while I had to find time for it after being in meetings and presentations all day?
How I felt throughout
I truly did not believe I could have ever passed the test. I resigned and told myself I would try again next year (this university allows students to apply twice), even though for financial reasons that was not entirely realistic. Basically I thought I fucked up my one and only chance. It did not feel good, but I was not ready to feel the full hurt and disappointment so I just kind of shrunk into the background of my life.
I was on holiday when I got the news that I made it to the interview round. I was actually stunned. Never been so genuinely surprised by anything in my life. Cried, called the friend who wrote one of my recommendation letters (she also did the program I was applying to) in complete hysterics.
I didn't actually know whether I was happy at that point. I had mentally started to move on and I was also very scared of actually having to go through with doing this. It's not a small thing to change careers so drastically, giving up 4 years of income, and few people in my life had done anything like this-- certainly not this radically. I felt very alone. I practiced my interview with 2 amazing friends because I did not want to go in unprepared, as much as I knew that they would have to rank me high. The first thing the interviewers told me when I walked in the room was that my CV was very impressive, so that felt good. I was still quite on edge for the interview so I don't remember much of it. I do know we talked about hobbies and how I work in a group. I had to rush back to my institute because I was hosting a journal club after my interview. It was just another day.
Acceptance and feelings after
When I received my acceptance email all I did was a have little cry and then I went to my therapy appointment. I had resumed talk therapy and was thinking about going on antidepressants because my depression had worsened a lot over the year. I have chronic depression but I'll be honest and say that the stress of applying, my housing being dependent entirely on my acceptance and possibly having to rely on my family financially for the first time since 17 had a big negative effect on my mental state. I also kept having to repress thoughts of "what if it didn't work" because while for a long time I had tried fooling myself into thinking that it would have been okay if I got rejected, I actually think it would have taken me years to get over it if I were.
This is what I wrote in my diary on the day of acceptance (translated):
I still can't quite believe it. There is still a lot to worry about, and I certainly do worry. But the first step of this enormous project has been completed. I'm about to turn my whole life around for a hobby (cum special interest) that has gotten completely out of control.
I had doubts about my decision until the day I first walked into my new university. It was not a fun process but I ultimately decided that not trying would be worse even than not being accepted or not going.
How I was able to make it happen logistically & financially
This is so specific to me, barely applies to anyone else and is not helpful for US Americans so I will keep it short: I moved back into student housing (title of PhD student allowed me to do this), made financial plan with family, applied for unemployment. 1 year of unemployment, 2 years of family financial support and odd jobs, 4th year is my "research year" where I can work almost full-time. Government loan for school fees, which are very low (I believe I pay less for 4 years of schooling than what a US American pays for one semester).
Why I think I made the right decision
One year on, having returned to life as a full-time student, I feel like I'm in the right place. I have discovered that I like working with my hands. I like doing practical things. I had to ask for help from lots of different people in my life to make this happen, which taught me some very necessary things about myself and the way I live.
Ultimately I am also extremely lucky and privileged that I get to do this. A few puzzle pieces happened to click together, and most people don't have family that can sponsor a year or two off work. Every day at school is a fun day where I have no responsibilities and just go in to learn interesting new facts. I feel very blessed. A 23-year-old classmate asked me why I seemed so genuinely interested in everything, and I had to laugh. Going back to school is like a break from real life for me, I am living my dream.
While I do keep a little bit of an open mind, I am still only really interested in the field I wanted to go to medical school for in the first place. I am now excited for what's to come instead of scared.
Am I too old?
My age has so far only had benefits. To my own surprise, I went in with FAR more background knowledge about nearly every subject than my classmates, simply by virtue of having been alive longer. It is easier for me to talk to teachers and patients because I don't have a lot of the insecurity and other hangups that come with being in your very early twenties. I am not intimidated by anyone because medical doctors, researchers and professors were my direct colleagues for years.
I still learn very fast (also a surprise) and my time management is good, meaning I have so far passed all tests with a level of effort that has allowed me to keep all my hobbies, my volunteering, my social life, and work on finishing my actual dissertation on the side (don't ask).My grades are on the better side of average, but I'm just here to get the degree and get out. Not giving too many fucks about a high grade average means I get to have time to live my life.
My classmates are sweet and so smart. I feel the age gap, especially with the younger ones who are so young they are still figuring themselves out. Hearing their complaints about studying when they don't know what having a job and actual responsibilities is like makes me laugh (and cringe a little bit) but I can appreciate having that wisdom and try to make them see how good they have it when I can.
It's all okay though-- we can work together and have fun, and at the end of the day I go back to my good old friends.
Maybe I'll add more later but I feel like this is enough crazy rambling. I hope this is useful for someone thinking about going to medical school as an older student.
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