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Donna souza,
From what I have found in my own searches each state has a legal procedure for the shut down of hospitals. Part of that procedure is the transfer and storage of the medical and other records of that hospital. I would start with the State health department of the state the hospital was in.
Good Luck

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A short story about some of my memories of this place. I was technically resident at the Shelter out back but spent a lot of time in the hospital after having my neck broken in a setup attack.

A short story about some of my memories of this place. I was technically resident at the Shelter out back bushed
DYFS started out as part of the Department of Institutions and Agencies.
While in their "protective custody" in the Shelter in Belleville I was tortured and abused mentally physically and medically experimented on for fun not to test medical treatments by the staff from some ward in the Isolation Hospital where they kept children. They had the help of Nurses and other staff from the County Geriatric Center, which was in the same hospital building in hiding their activities. They used ECT and drugs to as part of the torture to wipe my memory and for the damage it did to my developing brain. They hated how smart I was. At one point I was paralyzed after an assault in School # 10 across the street. I was left on a stretcher in the hall behind the first floor nurses station to do my mind more harm they denied me any visible or audible stimulation going so far as to knock me out with meds when they cleaned my body. I recovered movement in spite of how badly I was treated after the old nasty geriatric doctor who “treated” me first helped them find a specialist from another county who was young and willing to work off the books (hide the records). The woman in charge of small children (*Aunt Dolly is all I was told to call her) a “No Show” job as far as she was concerned, arranged this. Her husband was the County Sheriff and I suspect made sure nothing came of the investigation. I figured this out after I started remembering 7 years ago. Her junior partner in crime was called Ms. Janey.
It was their habit of not showing up for long stretches and leaving older kids in charge to do her job that let me be abused as I was. She was fat and lazy and let the “kids” who ran the joint at the behest of the adults from the Hospital who abused me (and the disabled kids in their charge at the hospital) tell her what to think say and do all without her realizing it. She and her partner in crime are still alive and unpunished for their crimes. I think Ms Janey still works for the County. Aunt Dolly’s husband the former Sheriff Ralph D’Ambola is dead. Aunt Dolly was the one who made sure they drugged me daily and kept me in that back hallway with no stimulation other than random terrorizing to destroy my memory.
That doctor fused my C spine at 3-4. It hurt like hell and the headache and ear ringing has never stopped. They used straps to hold the halo onto my head. Tied my body to the gurney then to compress my neck they used more straps so that there were no scars from the screws that are normally screwed into the skull to hold the halo in place. I was subjected to constant torment when not being denied any stimulus at all including not letting me see a clock or know what time or day it was. A new nurse heard me crying out for someone to come talk to me and got fired for moving me into an empty room next to where my gurney was in that back hall to protect me from the kids who came to torment me at meal times. The kids ate inside the hospital; the Shelter was out behind it in another building.
The assault was pre arranged as the regular teacher planned to take that day off and the substitute was known and gotten to before hand. She made me and my assailant stay after class and when I asked why after everyone else had left she got up and left without saying a word. He attacked me and after chasing me around a while he got me in a headlock under his left arm and dropped to the floor breaking my neck and paralyzing me.

At the end of it all a woman whose name I do not recall tried to save me and could only get me sent on to foster care. Yet I remember her walking alongside my gurney as I was taken into the room where they ECT’d me the last time whispering something into my ear that she desperately wanted me to remember. Just before sending me on to foster care they made sure to ECT and drug me good that last time to make sure I forgot what they did or even that I was there. I did for a very long time. I lived my whole life thinking all these symptoms of that abuse were congenital defects.
The foster parents were selected for their stupidity and cruelty. The first home I was constantly beaten and she was told to concentrate on the injured body parts that they injured during the torture at the Shelter. A Social Worker would come by every few weeks and take me for a ride and beat me and otherwise terrorize me saying things I did not understand.“You better keep your mouth shut” Smack and so on.
The second home was not physically abusive it was more psychological abuse running me down and denial of any positive interaction and denial of stimulation. I was a slave to be used and then made to sit alone in a room until I was to be used again. In all places I was prevented from doing any physical exercise or any physical exertion. At the Shelter they even took me into the hospital to radiate my thyroid trying to slow me down. The staff of the hospital ran it. The doctors were stupid moronic uncaring figureheads whom their staff lied to and laughed at behind their backs for how easy it was to lead them with false stories a tiny bit of effort would have shown up for the lies they were.
I am not the only one done this way at the Shelter. After many years I finally met one person who was there 7 years before the records say I was there and he was subjected to ECT and drugging as well as repeated rape in 1961.
The crap they did is straight out of almost any history of what the Nazi’s did to the Jews. Torture, lobotomy, ECT, experiments for fun, drugging, sexual abuse, the list goes on and on. I am not the only one. Imagine what they did to the disabled children they were supposed to be caring for.

The first memory I had which made me realize it was something more than nightmares was this. I place it literally the day before I was to be finally allowed to get off the gurney. One of the orderlies had been trying very hard to be allowed to take me outside. He was nice to me, but they all were until they weren’t. Anyway he took me outside under one of the trees on the Carpenter Street side of the building he lit a Newport cigarette. He then grabbed my right hand with both of his. Arched himself over me and in as nasty and hatefully angry a voice as he could muster he said to me; “If you remember this, and you won’t but if you do. You tell them it was race warfare!” and he then bent my thumb all the way back to my arm as hard as he could until it touched and I started screaming. The woman he had tricked into letting him tale me out came running form inside and the memory ends.

This is only a small portion describing a few days in a years long process of abusing me 24/7 with an eye toward diminishing my mind and hoping to make me retarded or at least disabled enough that I could legitimately be locked in the ward where the disabled kids were abandoned. I distinguish “legitimately” because they did leave me there after some sessions of ECT so that I had no normal frame of reference to help me recover my mind as I came back to myself. That backfired because I started teaching the disabled kids how to do something around a table. They were not given any stimulation or education because they were regarded as unable to learn based on the symptoms of that neglect.
A nurse saw me realized I didn’t belong there and I was removed. No more details there. Later on the woman who I mention saved me told me that the kids had started making a huge fuss all day everyday demanding I be brought back to teach them some more. She told me this was the proof that advocates had been looking for to get the formal adoption of statewide requirements that disabled children be given proper stimulation and education. She told me I was not credited because they could not explain my presence in the ward in a way that did not expose the truth about this place

That ward was a separate entity from the Hospital which was the County Geriatric Center at the time and the Shelter. I think they were all run by the County and staffed by County staff. I know the Shelter and the Geriatric Center were county run even though the Shelter technically had to answer to the Department I named at the top.

I wonder if the plans for this place still exist anywhere. Would be cool if they did so someone could use them again or to get ideas for a different project.
I'm hoping we've come to the end of slap dash building for a while and might start up building for the long term again. It certainly is more green to build long lasting buildings and to rehab existing buildings.

It's kind of funny but I get it. The shape is very indicative of a period lamp shade form.

Imagine you were the guy who had to insulate them.

There is no good EST and no matter what they claim today their is and can not ever be any "precision" with it. It is electricity and it flows randomly through the body there can be no control over it. It's just a slower and ultimately more evil form of the lobotomy. I say its more evil than a lobotomy because it does its damage and leaves the victim aware of what is gone.
The effect that is often assumed to be a sign it has worked is the medical shock afterwards as the body tries to heal, the memory is destroyed.
Do it frequently enough and the person cannot recall most short term interactions and may seem dumb or high to you. Daily EST is abuse, even then.

What many do not realize is that in places like this the doctors & staff were often evil scum not unlike Mengele who used this equipment to abuse patients or to destroy their memory of having been abused. I wonder if she wasn't being raped by the staffer that reported to the doctor the symptoms that were used to justify this over medication and EST? Oh Yea Doctors do what nurses and orderlies who have taken the time to win their trust, tell them to. After the trust is won they can do as they please I witnessed and was victim of this sort of betrayal of trust at a different place.

No idea on value I suggest searching medical equipment collectors or contacting large auction houses in the major cities.
As for getting rid of them I recommend you call your state info line and ask about standards for decommissioning hospitals and disposal of equipment. As far as I know all states have standards for this process.

They have these rooms in the public grade schools in Oregon. They lock children they are too stupid to be able to engage with in them and say they were being dangerous to themselves.

"Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!"

I forgot to mention that the insulating mud would have been covered in canvas that was soaked in a liquid that dried and hardened tight to the mud. This seals it and should not be disturbed.

The pipes are insulated with insulating mud. That is why they have the I was wet once look. Insulating mud is/was used with and without Asbestos fibers in it depending on when it was made. The date for official stoppage of use is 1973 but it was allowed products already on the market be used up.
There is no real way to visibly identify Asbestos it can only be seen under an electron microscope. The visual indicators are age, corrugated cardboard wrapped around a pipe, horsehair in the mud. But these methods are not foolproof and need experience to be effective.
Best just to use a mask and not disturb any dust around the suspect item.

I've worked out that the school we went to was across the street from the Hospital main gate. It was a regular grade school that all the kids in the town went to. They buildings were built in the same era and the woodwork and style was similar.

Telephones are powered by the wire that brings in the call. It has nothing to do with the building electricity. The voltage needed is so small it can be supplied by the wire.

The picture can mislead one to thinking that central short structure is built at the center of the V those two wings make, it isn't. That is a free standing building probably 50 feet forward of the central axis of that V. The copper topped tower is the central axis and there is a wide hall that leads to this squat entry building in front.
Out behind the V axis of the main towers is another larger taller (4-5 flrs) rectangular building similarly away from the axis as the front entryway and that is the building in which most of what I remember happening to me here took place.

A new nurse who was nice to me when I was paralysed on that gurney abandoned alone in that hall behind the nurses station deliberately being denied any stimulation to make me lose my mind and ruin my memory of how I got paralysed and all the rest of the torture they did to me there, got fired for putting me in a room so that the other kids couldn't torment me when they came in for meals. Her or maybe someone else got into a lot of trouble coming by to talk to me & for moving the gurney so I'd be able to see a clock in an empty office that overlooked that hall.

There were a lot of allegedly good people who knew about me and know about other children from the Shelter and residents of the ward on the 4th floor that were abused by hospital staff, where are you?