Abstract
I have worked in mental healthcare with people living with serious mental illness for almost 12 years, and I am in my third year of doctoral training in clinical psychology. My brother has lived with “schizophrenia” for over 10 years. I write from the perspectives of a training clinician and a family member – a family member who did not realize how clinically insensitive her experiences with her brother were until now. This is an essay of humility and hope.
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Acknowledgements
I wish to extend my respect and loving gratitude to my brother for his consideration and willingness to allow me to share my perspective in this way. We have the understanding that his consent does not imply a convergence in our views – as he so sagely summarized, “There are three sides to a story. There’s your side, my side, and then there’s what really happened.” This is indeed the heart of intersubjectivity.