103 Comments Posted by girljaye

what a shame we let our public places get like this. the economy in michigan has gone to the potty now, too, so I don't see any way out for this beautiful old building in the future =(

Hey, y'know it's funny (or not) - someone spent a lot of money on this once upon a time, and now it's just kind of hanging out, all deserted in this nasty mouldering place.

I'm sure there are soap dispensers somewhere in the viscinity of the ceiling...

How fantastic that all of this glass is still intact!

Wow! The use of color in this fresco is fantastic! You're right, Motts - that is an unusual style of art` for this type of building, but given the time period during which the hospital was built, a time when new genres of artwork were beginning to gain widespread popularity, it begins to make sense that one would find this style being integrated into more traditional settings.

What does that big graffiti word on the back wall say? Looks like "SHON", but I can't tell for sure.

What kind of goofball puts a soap dispenser on the ceiling?

Are these people for real?!?!?!?!
Or, I guess I should say f'reel...

OMG - the free conversation being carried out in the posts under this pic is better than paying $12.00 to be entertained at the movies ANYDAY =D LMAO!!!

Owwwch! I'm feeling like this creepy tight salmony hall is squishing my head! Need to move along now...

Hey, are those metal ceiling tiles?

I think this place must've been pretty old to have had a fireplace as a means to heat a patient area.

Hey, is that a creepy boarded up door down there? Or is it just a creepy wooden door? Whatever it is, it sure is creepy! This whole gallery of this old hospital is creepy! How old was this place, Motts?

Holy schneikies, Motts! That's really creepy with your shadow slinking down the hallway like that!

I tried to kill myself a while ago - I think probably about ten years ago now - and went from the emergency room (where they patched me up) to one of the new "psych wards" right in the hospital. I was still pretty agitated when I was in the emergency room (even though they shot me full of something pretty happy), and they kept asking me if I still wanted to hurt myself, and I kept telling them not to give me the chance because I would. They told me that they wanted to put me upstairs in the psych ward, and that they wanted to put me in seclusion, but I was so out of it that they couldn't get me to give them permission, so they had to wait for my mother to get there (an hour drive) to sign papers and take custody of me (I was in my early twenties at the time) so that they could get her permission to put me in seclusion. It was quite an ordeal, and it wasn't easy for them to put me in there, even as messed up as I was. They put me in there a couple more times during my stay in that psych ward, and each time they asked me if I would go, and if I couldn't or wouldn't answer, they had to get ahold of my mom again so they could get permission from her to put me back in the klink again. They were very careful about how they went about it, and though I'm sure that at different times and different places procedures have differed (thus the difference =P), I think these days things are all pretty much on the up and up. My younger sister is a child psychologist, and for about the last five years or so she worked in a hospital for children with severe mental and behavioral disorders; one of her biggest complaints has always been all the red tape they have to cut through to get kids to stop smacking them around.