To say I was in a foul mood was an understatement. I’d been escorted by
the police to the Midtown Community Mental Health Center’s Crisis
Invtervention Unit (CIU). I’d been waiting for a few hours to talk to a
therapist, which is annoying even when psychiatric symptoms haven’t
flared up. But I was in for a surprise.Should Mental Health Professionals Ever Lie?
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