1 Comments Posted by Ed, a past Buffalonian.

The architechure of this building is truly impressive. However, for me, being the son of my mother whom was institutionalized there for the majority of my childhood, I see it in a different perspective. I would visit my mother there even before my teens. From a childs eyes and ears, I saw it as house of horrors where there were patients crying, sometimes screaming, with the scent of psyhotropic medications in the air and worse horrors that I like to recall. I am 55 years old now, and in short, my memories of this hospital are one of exteme sadness, not only for my mother, but the reality that the treatment of severe mental illness still remains at its infant stage.