After September 11th the lines between helper and victim burned away as we entered the whirlwind together and struggled to emerge from its maw.
“I was prepared to die,” one woman said to me.
So was I, so I did the important things and told my friends and family that I loved them. I was grateful that no one very close to me had died. I mourned the lost and wounded.
Then, using the Internet, I contacted some of the hundreds of psychoanalysts and psychotherapists that work in the city and together we helped people by meeting with… Continue reading →