I was a therapist to killers in Broadmoor - and felt 'radical empathy' for them

A forensic psychiatrist recalls her attempts to connect with some of society's most damaged and dangerous people During my first week as a newly qualified forensic psychiatrist at Broadmoor, I had to visit one of the wards. At the foot of a staircase, I stepped aside to let a group of patients pass. Another staff member joined me, and we waited as the men, mainly in their 40s and 50s, descended in silence, walking carefully, hands skimming or leaning on the bannister for support. One man caught ...