Disguising nutritional therapy to defraud patients
An older version of this post appeared on my now-defunct blog, Blessed Depth. At my last job in the big corporate world, I heard a rumor that one of our big cheeses — the one we trusted, the only one who bothered to tell us that yes, the new office in India is indeed the death knell for you all — had "lost" two family members to a cult. Eventually I got to know him well enough to ask him about it and was surprised to hear that it came about during his wife's search for treatment for depression. She had suffered from it all her life and felt horribly guilty, he said, for passing it on to their daughter, now grown. The wife had been seeing a certain doctor…