chapter  3
Love (the Analyst’s) in the Offi ce
Pages 34

As a fi rst-year psychiatry resident at Bronx Municipal Hospital Center in 1970, many experiences stood out, two of which I did not begin to grapple with, let alone understand, until much later. In those days, in that program, the fi rst year was spent on the wards doing short-term and long-term (six months) inpatient work. Somewhat early on, our chief resident mentioned to the fi ve of us that a patient had recently asked him if he loved him-he had said “no.” He regretted this because he realized that he did in fact love his patient, but couldn’t say it and the therapy had suffered as a result.