He sat on the other side of the large government-issue desk, a bland, a pathetic expression on his face. His vague, contradictory story of visual and auditory hallucinations was punctuated by frequent pauses and "you know,"as if he were expecting me to help him fabricate his symptoms. He himself didn't seem to be trying very hard to convince me of his alleged distress. It would have been simple to admit him; the paperwork was minimal, and there were plenty of beds. I mentioned my skepticism of his history as I told him why I wouldn't admit him. The ensuing flood of racial slurs and violent threats made me almost regret my decision. The VA police finally escorted him out of the building and he drove of into the night.
Kim, M.D., Edward
Jefferson Journal of Psychiatry: Vol. 9
, Article 2.
Available at: http://jdc.jefferson.edu/jeffjpsychiatry/vol9/iss1/2