What made me chose to borrow a lot of money and retrain to be an osteopath? I first heard of osteopathy when I was about 13 years old and the mother, Mrs X, of one of the boys my age who played in the street where I lived suddenly went from being bent over like a question mark to walking normally. I asked my Mum the source of this miracle...'she's been to an osteopath'. Fast forward (too) many years and somehow I've ended up being a sales-manager, I drive around a lot and I regularly get niggling neck and shoulder problems that make it difficult for me to turn my head properly. The GP sends me to a physiotherapist, it helps a bit, actually I think 'I quite fancy this for a career' and ask the physiotherapist about the training. It helps a bit but I'm still getting regular problems and when it returns I notice that my private medical insurance covers some limited osteopathic treatment, it triggers the memory of Mrs X. I find an osteopath and get some treatment. A few clicks and I'm well on the way to recovery, a few treatments and I'm fixed. The osteopath I saw treated me in his front room, I liked the idea of that lifestyle, perhaps do a bit of gardening or cooking between patients, even better than being a physiotherapist. Years go by and my sales manager job no longer exists, I take the opportunity to go travelling and when I return, so does my neck problem. I head to an osteopath, which reminds me that it was always something I wanted to do,, just at the time when I am trying to work out what to do and luckily for me, the week before applications to the British School of Osteopathy close for that academic year. Sadly, with about 70 steps to my small top floor flat, the idea of practicing from the front room is history, but if there is a big enough gap between patients I may pop home to do some cooking.
Damian is the principal osteopath at Vauxhall Village Osteopathy and Oval Osteopathy