I was going to leave the comments about the evil/good aspects of psychiatric care to others, as I'm not in the field nor here to cast judgement in any way... however, I feel compelled to add my own blurb at this point. To Lynne and others who dedicate their lives so completely to this care, endless appreciation. Do not be offended by remarks made regarding medical care in the past. Throughout history almost everywhere, treatments for all sorts of ailments, physical and mental, could in fact be quite hellatious and unthinkable by modern standards. Doctors doubled as barbers and kept leeches in jars next to the combs, for purposes such as "bleeding" a client to stop his nightmares, for example, in the Middle Ages. Well into the last century, strange, ineffective, and unintentionally harmful treatments were not only de rigeuer, but all we knew. Here's to progress and to systems diagnostic, logistical, medical and preventative improving to the point today in which we have Lynnes out there to care for our fellow man.
No, they didn't work at all. One of the many gadgets of the atomic age that became indicative of striving for technology without accomplishing much in and of themselves. Vintage objets d'art.
Lol I'm completely hooked and grateful as well. I've done this sort of photography here in my home city for years, at first as personal archival work, refusing to let history crumble around me simply because " Washington didn't sleep wherever". Turns out my work is some of the only surviving imagery of many buildings and sites around here, and is slowly gaining interest. I adore your eye, Mr. Motts. Again, thankyou for what you do, and nice to meet y'all.
Interesting. There needs to be a program instituted for the sale of this surplus. These things could be retooled and reused for those in need who don't even qualify for Medicare/Medicaid and thus fall through the cracks.
Check out vintage electrical and medical salvage sites online, Shawn. Lots of great buys to be found. And thrift shops. When they don't know what they've got, you can get things for pittance. I speak from much experience. :)
That institutional-grade, I'm drowning in the ocean blue again... unsettling to say the least... I love the color, but how on Earth did people settle on the idea way back when that it was a calming surround for the mentally ill?