Back about a hundred years ago, I trained as a forensic psychiatry fellow. My co-fellow, Kathleen Young, and I were joined at the hip for the year, driving out to Mid-Hudson twice a week, attending classes, working in the court clinic, and writing. Always writing. More than clinical care, forensic work involves hours of document review and writing. Six to ten hours of deskwork for every one hour of interviewing. Kathleen’s energy and camaraderie was a reprieve from the mental work (both meanings) of that year.
Last weekend, Kathleen messaged me about a recent episode of her podcast in which she interviewed Toya Clay, a co-resident in my psychiatry training. It was nice to hear their voices again. It is a very elegant, intense, and insightful discussion of many things–the parts about how our own conflicts/foibles emerge in our parenting are particularly thoughtful. It deals with some very heavy material in a remarkably comfortable way. Highly recommended.
On Thursday, I heard from Kathleen again. This time with the sad news that Dr. Michael Stone had passed.I couldn’t find an obituary yet, but his Wikipedia page has been updated. Dr. Stone (I don’t I think I ever called him Michael) used to host Kathleen and I at his labyrinthine Manhattan apartment (two apartments that had been combined into one). Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves were packed three deep on every conceivable topic. Among them, we convened weekly to talk about serial killers, sexual sadism, and personality disorders.
At the time, Dr. Stone was filming his television show for the Discovery Channel and between supervisions was off meeting with murderers and rapists, rating them on his scale of evil. We worked on a chapter about sadistic personality and I got to present with him at a personality disorders conference in the Hague. He always wore a suit and discussed the most gruesome material with a cool, dry wit. He was an intellectual and one of the most interesting mentors I had the good fortune to learn from.
So, the nostalgia dial was already turned up and now was cranked further.
I’ll put on a pot of tea, put on Kathleen’s podcast and Most Evil simultaneously, and if I close my eyes it might be 2007 all over again.