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Fallacies of a family member: recovery in progress

I have worked in mental healthcare with people living with serious mental illness for almost 12 years, and I am in my third year of doctoral training in clinical psychology. My brother has lived with “schizophrenia” for over 10 years. I write from the perspectives of a training clinician and a family member – a family member who did not realize how clinically insensitive her experiences with her brother were until now. This is an essay of humility and hope.