Our Naples-based psychiatrist suggests replacing wishing-well prayers with something slightly more tangible — and edible.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist suggests replacing wishing-well prayers with something slightly more tangible — and edible.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist reassures one patients who is feeling guilty over wishing ill on a thief.
As her patients turn to her to find an explanation to the unspeakable, our Naples-based psychiatrist admits that she may not have the answer.
Our Neapolitan psychiatrist gets told off for not treating (and eating) animals equally.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist shares a one-liner that leaves little room for interpretation…
Our Naples psychiatrist on the difficulty of convincing her patients that no, sometimes a nice cup of chamomile tea won’t fix everything.
Our Naples-based Dottoré teaches the art of “double volunteering” to one of her bipolar patients.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist laments the state of Italy’s treatment of autistic patients.
New Year’s Eve can be challenging for her patients, but our Naples-based psychiatrist puts a sunny spin on end-of-year wishes.
A patient tells our Naples-based psychiatrist about his questionable plans for Christmas dinner.
In the wake of Giulia Cecchettin’s death, our Naples-based Dottoré remembers one of her old patients, a victim of domestic abuse.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist talks one of her patients through the possible source of his wife’s discontent.
Our Naples-based Dottoré gets mildly insulted by a well-meaning patient.
Our Naples-based Dottoré reflects on the small-time criminals who come to her for therapy, and the family excuse for their lives of crime.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist thinks back at a moment that has forever remained frozen in her mind. In the expression of her son’s terror, she sees all the grieving mothers who can do nothing in the face of war.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist thinks about a little girl she met in the rain, one of two sisters burdened with the unfairness of uncaring parents and a struggle with Italian nationality.
A patient suggests that our Neapolitan psychiatrist stick to what she knows best.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist reflects on her morning walk to work, as she passes by people who simply want to see a friendly smile.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist tries to relieve a patient of his anxiety over a very specific delusion of persecution.
Our psychologist discusses schooling struggles and deep inequalities with her Neapolitan patients.
One patient tells our Naples-based Dottoré about trauma and aptly-named victims.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist offers a short-and-sweet exchange with a patient, on what it means to feel “different”.
Our Neapolitan psychiatrist recounts a chance meeting with an old patient, and the benefits of taking the bait.
For this patient, it’s the last spaghetti that broke the camel’s back.
Our Naples-based Dottoré takes a critical look at companies that rely on telesales.
Our Naples-based psychiatrist looks back on the abuse some of her female patients were subjected to — at the hands of those who should understand most of all.
Our Naples-based Dottoré catches a serendipitous chill amid the summer’s heat.
A patient has an extra-conjugal/religious question for our Naples-based psychiatrist.
Our Dottoré discovers the origin of a patient’s schizophrenia, deep in the icy waters of the North Atlantic Ocean.
Our Neapolitan Dottoré considers the danger she and her colleagues face when criminals are placed under their supervision.
Our Neapolitan psychiatrist on Italy’s eternal “mammoni” …
Of financial hardship, staged accidents — and calcio rivalry.
Not all holidays are celebrated equal. Why’s that? wonders our Neapolitan psychiatrist.
“Everything has a cost, and even rights have to be paid for — and I’m tired of that.”
“I did it all because basically, I’m an idiot.”
… unless she’s a famous influencer?
“There is no Napoli on common sense?”
Our Neapolitan psychiatrist ponders the meaning of professional recognition, and lasagna.
Our Neapolitan psychiatrist is faced with the inadequacy of the Italian health system, and a mother’s helplessness.
Our Neapolitan psychiatrist reacts to the public blame directed at an exhausted Italian mother, after she fell asleep while breastfeeding her newborn son at a Rome hospital .