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Apr 27
2009
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An attendee at a recent professional conference, I was mentally resting when I was wrenched out of my calm by some words uttered by our presenter --- an imminent, Ivy-educated psychiatrist: "Call a spade a spade...," he said. And he proceeded to develop his theme for another 45 minutes.
I had lost focus at that moment, and spent the next few hours in a cascade of emotions --- shock, anger, dismay, deep sadness, doubt, shame --- to mention just a few. Shock that this educated man could use a phrase with a painful second meaning. Anger that my hoped for weekend of learning was aborted. Dismay that I was going to have to figure out a way to confront authority and make my thoughts known to a room of therapists. Doubt ---Did I hear him correctly? Could I, perhaps be incorrect in my belief? And shame --- big time shame --- that speaking out was so difficult.











