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Psychiatry Wars

The lawsuit that put psychoanalysis on trial by Rachel Aviv

Before entering Chestnut Lodge, one of the most elite psychiatric hospitals in the US,

Ray Osharov was the kind of charismatic, overworked physician we had come to associate with the American dream.

He had opened three dialysis centers in Northern Virginia and felt within reach of something very new for me,

something that I never had before and that was the clear and distinct prospects of success.

He wrote in an unpublished memoir.

He loved the telephone, which signified new referrals more business,

a sense that he was vital and in demand.

Life was a skyrocket, he wrote.

But when he was 41, after divorcing and marrying again quickly, he seemed to lose his momentum.

When his ex-wife moved to Europe with their two sons, he felt as if he had ruined his chance for a deep relationship with his children.

His thinking became circular in order to have a conversation his secretary said,

we would walk all the way around the block over and over, he couldn't sit still long enough to eat.

He was so repetitive that he started to bore people.

His new wife gave birth to a baby boy less than two years after their wedding.

But Ray had become so detached that he behaved as if the child wasn't his.

He seemed to care only about the past, he felt increasingly overwhelmed by the stress caused by professional rivals,

and he sold a portion of his business to a larger dialysis corporation.

Then he became convinced he had made the wrong choice.

After finalising the sale, he wrote,

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