People need to realize that these paintings/pictures ARE NOT the work of the kids who stayed here.
We were never allowed to do anything like that.
Any drawings you find from us were done with our fingernails scraping the paint off the walls.
Most of what you'll find is names and dates instead of actual drawings.
The room is not a seclusion room as GaeblerSchoolGirl claims, and you could not climb up the walls in seclusion to drop down on anyone.
I read your comments and I'm convinced you was never there, one way to prove it, describe the layout of the cafeteria and where was it?
Only someone who was really there would know the answer.
If you listen closely, you'll hear a thousand plus screams come from that room... Seclusion, striped naked as the day you was born and the only thing in the room was a blueish-green plastic mattress that, if you lift up you'll find shit and piss under, and that was what you had to sleep on.
No pillow, no blankets, no water, no food, no bathroom break.
Depending on what you did, your stay in here was for several hours or several days.
I was there. A long, long time ago.
Back in the 1970's.
When I was on B-Ward I almost escaped once, I was allowed to go home for the weekend and I found some old skeleton keys in my dad's garage, so I took them back there with me.
Made it down to the first floor and almost out before I was caught.
If any one else was really there, let me know.
Tell me where the cafe and wood shop was at. Where did they have coffee hour on sats and sundays?
I remember, do you?
Out of the 4 wards, I was only on 2 of them, B-Ward and D-Ward. Although there was a few times I was in seclusion on E-Ward.
correction, D-Ward is to your left. B-Ward is upstairs. The gym is on the second floor, not 3rd.
Been a long time. I was there back in the 70's, Back then Mr. Heathwood (not sure of the spelling) was in charge of the place.
I was there, twice in my life.
The gym has a cement floor, we used to roller skate on it. The doors at the back of the gym lead up stairs to the school.
If you turn around, you come out into a long hallway, B-Ward is to your left.
Still remember those calls..."All available help to B as in Boy." Then the smack down begun and seclusion was next.
That's so sad Yaggy. My mother used to work with mentally disabled children in the Special Education class at the school she worked at. She came home one day crying; the child she had grown very fond of passed away the night before.
Actually, it's not that out of place. Maybe the staff just needed a place to cool down and relax. Its somewhat a lounge for them. They can go bowl when they need a break.
Thats somewhat bizarre. But I can see the use of it. Still, that'd look awkward walking into a room with adult cribs back when it was still up and about.
We were never allowed to do anything like that.
Any drawings you find from us were done with our fingernails scraping the paint off the walls.
Most of what you'll find is names and dates instead of actual drawings.