What Listening Taught Me - By Dr Joelyn Ndife, Core Trainee in Psychiatry

Listening to hear...

Psychiatry begins with listening. Mine was sharpened somewhere I never expected to find it. For all the admin, the on-call unpredictability, and the quiet worry of whether we got the care right, the heart of our work stays simple. We listen.

I wanted to practise that somewhere unfamiliar, before it became the thing I would do for a living.

So I joined Diem: an AI-powered social search engine and community app built for women and non-binary people, created for women, by women. They were looking for someone willing to listen to women speak on every kind of issue, and to help hold the spaces where they did. I was glad to. Much of my part in it happened with a generator humming faithfully in the background. God bless Nigeria.

I thought the listening would live in the obvious work, the spaces, the posts, the careful line between honest discourse and harm. Instead it showed itself in smaller moments. Watching how women arrived in that space, where they softened and where they held firm, taught me to read people the way I now read a patient in clinic. Not only the words, but the room.

From there it became understanding. I picked up the language of a new world, from Notion to Substack, and settled into unfamiliar ground faster than I had believed. That same steadiness followed me into wards where I was the stranger, learning the culture as much as the medicine.

And understanding became doing. Emails, speakers, collaborations. Modest tasks, each asking me to anticipate, to read, to be clear. Psychiatric skills, wearing ordinary clothes.

My time with Diem was short. It has not left me. There, I did not only learn to listen. I learned to hear. It is a fitting thing to carry into NPUK, where so much of what we hope to build rests on the same quiet skill: listening to one another, making room for the unfamiliar, and learning the value of being heard.

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