In psychiatry, things happen slowly—but if you’re not in a hurry yourself, the patient opens a window and shows you the world.
William Houghton, MD
There’s no procedure code for a visit like this. But I can’t fault my psychiatrist wife for crossing a boundary and getting too personal.
"I don’t want to climb any more cliffs. I’m looking for a slow job in a small town on the prairie," says the author in this work of fiction.
The face of the woman sitting across from me begins to quiver, and my job as a psychiatrist is to keep my mouth shut. I knew when she came in and said her beloved Scottie of 15 years had died how big a loss that was.