Patrick Mahony

Patrick Mahony

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Patrick Mahony is a psychoanalyst and Professor at the Universite de Montreal (Canada). He is also a supervising and training analyst in the Canadian Society of Psychoanalysts and Patrick Mahony live in Manchester (United Kingdom). Patrick Mahony reveived the prestigious Sigourney Award of the American Psychoanalytic Association, given for achievement in psychoanalytic history and theory. He is the author of many books on the subject.
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