ABSTRACT
During my psychiatric firms as a clinical student, I was appalled when I first heard doctors encouraging patients to like themselves. In Sunday school, I had learned that it was a Christian virtue to hate myself. I still practised this diligently. But the more I reflected on the psychiatric prescription, the more reasonable it seemed. I concluded that these crazy psychiatrists were right – ‘love your neighbour as yourself’ – and that there was something seriously wrong with my thinking, if not also with me.
