Highlights
In time my boredom turned to phobic despair. It was clear that few had much interest in the patient's point of view. The unfortunate being called the "case" was treated as an abstraction around which whirled the most kinky sort of projections. Staff members routinely projected the contents of their own minds on the patient. In time, I saw the words of each clinician as strings of taffy emerging from their mouths and covering the table, the floor, and sometimes threatening to engulf the room. I impatiently longed for something tangible, measurable, real to replace the speculation.p. 12
