Maybe, just maybe, they believe his story over mine

To celebrate my PhD, my incredibly caring parents wrote me a personal letter. I'm really touched by their loving words, but something is bothering me. Their letters do not contain a single reference to the sexual abuse I suffered at the age of twelve... CONTINUE READING

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When my GP referred me to a psychiatrist for a medication review, the first thing I did, of course, was Google the guy. It took me about two minutes to find out that he was also working as a neuroscientist in the Department of Psychiatry. That is, the same Department of Psychiatry that I work in... CONTINUE READING