84 Comments Posted by DeafAngel

I feel I am stand in middle of room. Walls closing in and maybe going to squeeze me shut. Or better yet, going to topple upon me.

why does it look like wheel tracks going up and down the hallway on the floor? Or is just me?

I see a child painting a tree house, and that is how he saw it in his mind. The trunk of the tree, and then limbs and then you can see the small door, and them things look like eyes, they is maybe his small friends. I see actually peace in this room, no matter the decayed look.

I went back and read the intro and Mott did say it was converted into a mental facility later and I guess that is where I thought it was a mental facility. Oopsy on me!

I guess all my comments are off kilter, and many pardons. Just ignore ongoing comments on this site from me as I thought I was touring a mental facility.

Oh my land, pardon me so much as I thought I was inside a mental institution. I said I was lousy at reading,, must be true. Gee, makes me feel like a horse's patoot.

Thanks Lynne, I apprecaite the link to the Kirkbride. I think these structures are so awesome!

this archway is stunning. I like how the light's reflection off the wall is waning and soon to be faded from view. It is sad in a way, just like some of the yesteryear patients, some fading from view in time.

Wow! The Door! My house is doors that could be that door's siblings! Our house was built in 1930, and many of the things that were her when my late-husband and I moved here, was antique and these old in-floor furnce grills gives me the chills when I walk by them. I hate them things and alas husband got killed before we could have them removed.

thank you, Motts for these galleries of yours. It is true, each photo speaks in different way to different people because we all are unique. I love these galleries and all the comments, as the people who comment seem like a family members and I have not even been in this site all that long and I can feel the comradship (spelling?) in these comments. Thanks for let me be part!

Sorry, I just had to share that. I have not harmed myself since that day. I am supposed be under mental health care, only since no income, only my daughter's benefit SSA from her dad's death, is only income, so I had to cease from mental health, could not pay the fee.

Mott, thanks for the photo therapy! This helps me relax when I am jittery and anxious, seeing these photos is medicine in itself! When I was first brought to the state hospital by police, I was frisked and some device was ran over my body. Then I had to have an exam and then led to what would be my room for next month and half. I remember laying across the small bed, crying bitter tears. I was 44 and never been away from home for any lengh of time and having to leave my 15 year old daughter behind was more than I could bear. I finally adapted to my confinment in the best way I knew how, by writing poems and testimonials. I would lose myself in my writings. Of course they only let me use a felt marker, no pens or pencils were allowed. then I lied to my shrink that I was all better so I could go home to my child. When I got home, noone was around, as my child was staying with a relative. I went into my bathroom, grabbed the metal bath grab bar and with its ragged edge, I cut my left arm up and down until the blood started flowing into the tub drain. then I came to my senses and agonized at what I had done. I made mincemeat out of my arm and have scars to this day. I was really messed up from all those drugs that my shrink had administered to me. I was in a daze half the time I was inside the hospital, only sometimes I could enoy activities. I wished I had not lied to get out and I would not have cut myself so bad.. I still experince severe anxiety to the point I have be taken to ER by my daughter so I would not harm myself. It is a rough road to be sure and one day I will get better. I have that hope and this site of Motts helps in profound ways. Just keep up this site!

When I was hospitalized, we were eating lunch, males and females were allowed to eat together. the windows in the cafeteria had mesh bars over them, and this one dude became violent while in the activiy patio, and the staff locked him outside in the small caged enclosure, and he cried and tried break the windows to enter the cafeteria, only the mesh was what kept him from breaking the windows. I felt rather sorry for this man, here we were enjoying our lunch and he was locked within that cage. Kind of shocked me.

some once told me that a mental hospital was a jail for the mentally ill. I guess because they have to be so confined and locked in a secure environment.

Oh, of course without soap, i would have to douse myself with as much anti-persperiant to make me smell good!!