I have been mortified for the better part of a decade now, since a meltdown in which I sexually assaulted a patient and lied to people I love. The pain I inflicted and the shame of my betrayals are with me, always.
Part of my journey moving forward has been an honest and searching account of what went wrong, something I owe to the woman I assaulted, and her family. I owe the same to my own family, friends, and colleagues who gave me years of bountiful friendship and love.
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