Wow, great find with those pictures! At first when I saw all the links I thought V-idiot Poker might have struck again lol! But then I noticed they weren't in that dumb coding format, and that the links were actually usefull! LOL
LOL Lynne, of course I do ; ) The reason that the comment came to mind is because (and I rarely share this) I suffer from anxiety, which I have pretty much controlled by medication, but when I'm in its darkest throes, I myself have actually clutched my bedposts in fear (this being in my room, surrounded by the same things I have known for a significant number of years now. I guess what scares me is, back in the day, I have a feeling I certainly could have been in one of these places. It's just scary because even having your own mother with you can't always make things feel better. That's what I was thinking of, certainly not because they were being mistreated. *falls off backward off of soapbox* *whoops* :0)
OK, a day late, 12 dollars short. Here are some old postcards and pix of Norwich State Hospital, formerly officially called the "lunatic hospital" or the "lunatic asylum" as you can see in the postcard titles. I thieved the second set of pix from somewhere - can't remember where or when. :-( If I thieved them and it's a problem, someone lemme know and I'll take them down:
"Gazing down in her white shroud,
Shroud of windy cloud,
Comes at night the phantom moon;
Comes and all the shadows soon,
Crowding in the rooms, arouse;
Shadows, ghosts, her rays lead on,
Till beneath the cloud
Like a ghost she's gone,
In her gusty shroud,
O'er the haunted house."
I can understand that they could have clenched the bedposts in fear...not because they were mistreated or anything, but afflictions of the mental kind can be quite scary even if you are in cheery rainbow land. I know that I would be scared no matter what because I would be away from my family and may not understand what is going on, even if I were being treated like a Queen. Don't worry dear Lynne, that's probably what they meant ; )