Harold Selman: Psychiatrist missing from Manhattan Found

Harold Selman was found dead in a car on Long Island.

He gave a suicide note to his girlfriend’s Upper East Side apartment building doorman that read “I’m going to another world,” which prompted the search for him.

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Psychiatrist missing from New York.

Harold W. Selman, 64, from E. 96th Street in Manhattan was last seen on Tuesday in front of 25 Sutton Place South around 6 a.m., and he has not been heard from since.

Selman was featured in The New York Observer beck in 2005 when he was the  therapist for George Gurley and his girlfriend.  Gurley wrote about their weekly session in detail.

Selman wears glasses and has a scar on his leg.  He was last seen wearing a blue sport jacket and black slacks.  Authorities stated that Selman was upset over legal issues.

If you see him, please call 1-800-577-8477.

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25 Comments

  1. Rest in Peace Doctor Selman I cant belieeve your Gone brother
    Feels like yesterday i walked in your office and you had your Light Classical Rock
    Music on..I WISH THIS WAS ALL JUST A BAD DREAM BUT IT ISNT AND THIS IS WHY
    I FIND LIFE SO DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH HOW WILL I EVER GET OVER THE FACT THAT YOU COMMITED SUICIDE..I CANT..I JUST CANT..ACCEPT ALL THIS
    I WILL BE MISERABLE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE OR UNTILL I SEE YOU AGAIN
    IN THE LIFE AFTER DEATH..IF THERE IS ANY..GOD BLESS YOU AND I HOPE YOU ARE
    IN PEACE WITH YOUR SELF NOW, SINCE THINGS GOT WAY TOO HECTIC FOR YOU!!!

  2. rest in peace my brother you where not just my doctor you where my goodfriend was able too talk too you about everything and you always gave me the answers i needed rest in peace and will meet again one day my love goes out too you and your family

  3. Dr. Sellman – I just heard the news and I am deeply saddened. You were always there to listen if I wanted to talk. You had a warm soul and gracious smile. RIP Brother. Your soul will be missed. My heart goes out to his family and friends. He will be missed by all.

  4. I'll never forget the first time I walked into his office – I was taken by these gorgeous brass or some other type of metal municipal signs he had gotten at an auction – they had come from the old West side highway – I knew then and there that the man had excellent taste.

  5. I lost a dear friend today and also her sister October 25th 2012. my heart goes out to Dr. Selmam as well as his friends and family. I'm so deeply sorry for those left behind in this painful world. I hope he has found peace. may everyone who knew & loved and cared for him find comfort too.

  6. Dr. Selman I still can't believe that this is happening. I knew something was wrong when I went to your office and the doorman said wait I have to talk to you. For the simple fact that he never spoke to me. You were not only my doctor but my friend as well. You steered me in the right direction. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you. Rest in peace. And one day I will see you in heaven.

  7. Had an appointment today. I did not know anything because I had been out of the country when all this had happened. I was looking forward to the appointment because I had been in Italy and I know that he loved it there. Shocked cannot describe how I felt when the doorman told me that the doctor had died, and then I discovered that he had taken his own life. I had seen Dr. Selman less than one week before he died and we talked about what I should see and do in Italy. He seemed happy just talking about it. My heartfelt condolences to his family and friends. He was a just a good guy.

  8. Harold Selman was indeed a strange and wonderful figure. He did invoke the image of Joe Pesci, or one of his ilk, as a commenter said in another article. He had a penchant for collecting esoterica from far-off countries. It was a year after we met that I noticed the collection of skulls arrayed in his office: archaeological and decorative items lined up next to the couch, that worked to blend into the general mass of art displayed on every surface. It all seemed part and parcel of a specifically Upper East Side, old-world generation: bourgeois, quirky, modernist, and nostalgic.

    “I never noticed these skulls before, are they new? They're cool,” I said, surprised.
    “They've always been there,” he said, in his funny New York accent. “It's funny, do you know how long it takes for patients to notice them? A patient I had for 12 years just noticed them last week.”

    We went on a tangent on the Gestalt theory of vision; our sessions grew increasingly long because of tangents such as these. He would be willing to go down the “rabbithole”, discussing interesting news items, politics, theory, to indulge both my worries about contemporary society, and, perhaps, his.

    The news depicted his note as “bizarre”; at the same time, I could totally picture him saying the words in it, and found it almost funny and charming in the way that he was.

    I found out a few days ago, via Google, as I'd been curious why the phone kept ringing, with no answering machine message. He had said, at a our last meeting, to call for appointment earlier than usual, since I tended to call the day before, or day of, for an appointment, and because he was “going away.”

    I didn't think much of the fact that he looked just a smidgen different; the strange phrase that comes to mind is, “his feathers were ruffled.” I thought perhaps he'd just come back from one of his trips to get these exotic artifacts, and was just acclimating to New York.

    Our worlds were completely different; yet somehow, a rapport developed, and it became entertaining and even fun to see him once a month, in his gilded lily-pad of a building, somewhat ironically called “The Gatsby.”

    Never stuck with a psychiatrist for as long as I did, with him. Somehow, I think, he may have done what he thought was best. I hope he's at peace.

  9. I am patient, or at least was, of Dr. Selman. Indeed, he was a good listener and did often get into tangential conversations regarding sports, politics, or the healthcare system.

    In terms of care, I feel he got the right prescription to deal with his diagnosed affliction. However, I also feel that he would prescribe just about anything depending upon a complaint in the moment.

    Over the years, I actually looked at what he billed the insurance company and it often included visits that we never had. I never said anything but now wonder if this was the “legal issues” referenced in the published articles.

    It is sad to admit, but Dr. Selman was my pusher.

  10. I find it hard to believe the above comment about bilking the insurance company – when I went to him two years ago, he did not take health insurance. It was not only me. A former patient of his recommended me to Dr. Selman and when the Dr. asked me why he wasn't going to him, I replied because you don't take health insurance. Maybe there was a time when he took insurance, but as of 2 years ago, no insurance.

  11. Thank you to all of you…reading such wonderful stories about my father has filled my eyes with tears of joy. I know he has touched so many lives in various ways. My heart goes out to all of you as we deal with such a tragic loss.

  12. I grew up living next door to Harold in East Meadow Long Island. He was a good guy and his parents were great people as was his two brothers Allan and Ronnie. Just received a call from a high school buddy, Steve, who lives in Jersey and lived on the same street growing up as Harold and myself and he told me about Harold. Totally shocked. First thing I thought is why would someone want to kill themselves when life is so precious? I live in Seattle, so I hardly ever hear about New York news unless I talk to one of my old school mates. I lost my older brother 5 yrs ago. Allan and Ronnie, my heart goes out to both of you and if your parents Norma and Max are still with us, send my love.Harold, you will be missed by all. You were a good guy. PS Harold looked so much like his father Max. I remember Max had a 65 Thunderbird.

  13. I only found out yesterday, I have not been his patient since 2012. I wrote how much he did for me and a poem that captures him. I'm a poet, so I guess they let it stay. He was simply an amazing person, a scientist, not just a doctor, and he was so proficient in so many areas of life. I wish I had known him as a friend.

  14. I only found out about this yesterday, I left Dr. Selman's care in 2012. I do not know if you will see this now, but I do figure that the family saw it then and I am normally very professional in my comments but I can only say this one way, you must be some kind of asshole to use this thread as an unmasking of his transgression(s), a critique of his services, and polish it off with calling him a drug dealer. Who do you think you are? More importantly, how do you think you made other people, including the family, feel with your demonstration that you are probably one of those people who thinks everything is about him. If there was something you couldn't say to him in life, don't be such a coward to label him with it in death. I mean, are you telling me you didn't show up to his office with your drug of choice already in mind that you were going to manipulate him into giving you? This post is a fuck you to a person who went to another world because this one had him beat. Callous, malicious, and just plain ignorant of other people's feelings. Are you on the autism spectrum with that social class you display? Don't answer that, nobody cares what you complain about. You're just mad you'll have to pay street value for a stimulant that helps with the heavier meds.

    Yuck.