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Interesting shot. Too bad the walls are so marred with stupid graffiti. That type of crap just drives me more insane than I already am.

a site with some traumatic and sinister pasts, to have been a place of historic methods in psychotherapy.
If a dwelling really was a recorder of intense stress and trauma, what would it play back to us?
there many places, here in wales, disused, too expensive to renovate and run, also too full of memories and frightening rumours (mostly exaggerated), not many people seem to have the imagination, or guts to do them up!
Who could

When I would get a new person on my caseload, I would request all of his/her records and complete a new comprehensive social history. For people who had been in the system for decades, this was boxes and boxes of info and hours--sometimes days--of work, but it was worth it. It was amazing to rediscover things that at one time had been known about the person but had been "lost" or "forgotten" in the intervening years, had come to be considered (and documented) as "unknown," but really it was there in the record all along. It just hadn't been brought forward appropriately, and then it became easier to assume that it was unknown than to search for it. Sometimes the lost information explained lots of aspects of a person's behaviors.(I have some compulsive tendencies and always wanted to know all there was to know about each person with whom I worked, so I dug until there was no digging left to do.)

I can't speak for this facility, but at all the places I've worked with people with developmental disabilities, the doctors and dentists prescribed whatever sedation the patient needed, whether that was a benzo before the appointment, nitrous, IV sedation, or some combination. However, as these were considered "chemical restraints," we also had to implement a dental desensitization program, which is great in theory but not if a person needs immediate dental treatment and doesn't have the several months or more that it might take for him/her to get comfortable with dental treatment. I think that the dental clinic in the institution also had some means of physical restraint to use when required, called a "papoose board" if memory serves me. this would be used only in emergencies, not for routine care.

The bathroom photos are incredible! I could spend hours in a room like this!

Yes! Flip the switch please!!! I'm working on another chapter of AssHat Theater. I hope to finish it quickly and have it put on the forum soon.

i was there this weekend there was a huge sign in front of the place that said they are taking it down this summer coming up in 2009. my friends and i heard a weird beeping sound from a distance after being inside for about 15-20 mins. it scared us we just left

Toys were considered "demeaning" because they were not "age appropriate," meaning appropriate to the person's chronological age, not his/her mental age. There were ways around this, such as having a "collection of model cars" rather than "toy cars" or using large-piece jigsaw puzzles of animals instead of preschool puzzles of cartoon characters. It's mostly about respecting each person as an individual and offering choices. Sometimes the rules change from day to day and it all seems very arbitrary.

yea its in a totally different place now

it looks alot different now it was really stripped down...

One of the most poignant conversations I had was with the mother of a middle-aged woman who had mental retardation. She had taken care of her daughter alone for years after her husband's death, then let her move to a group home so that she could live with people closer to her own age, rather than just with her mother, and so that it wouldn't be so hard for her if her mother died or became too sick/weak to care for her. The mother still picked her up every Friday and took her home until Monday morning. She was included in all family events. Her mother never really trusted that anyone else would properly care for her if Mom wasn't around to make sure Daughter was treated right, and said that she wanted her daughter to have as long and happy a life as possible, but that she prayed that Daughter would die just one minute before Mom did, so that Mom would never have to know that fear of leaving her disabled child alone in the world. As it turned out, Daughter became physically ill, had to have surgery in the hospital, and had to go briefly to a nursing home before she was well enough to return to her group home (thanks to Medicare restrictions on hospital stays and only a certain number of days being allowed for a given diagnosis). Complications rapidly developed, within a couple of days she was back in the hospital, and shortly after that she died with Mom and family at her side (and group home staff, too). A few months later her mother died, at peace. The impossible choices some of us are forced into...

My cousin lives right down the road and we were recently there...there is 1 warehouse that still has a bunch of caps from the bottles, and all the old packaging equipment and scales...also there was recently construction and one of the buildings were torn down...but it wasnt a big warehouse...it was a small building...i love it there

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the above is mad lol!

its a gud pic this soo scary thow ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

its abbandoned cuz its fecking haunted derrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

looks very crimbo-ish lol!

inviting to some dare devils!