4,224 Comments for Northampton State Hospital

Thankyou Lynne, you be kool.

Bravo! [applauds and thanks Mr. Mac for his work with others]

This old place essentially led a pretty pedestrian life. The staff came in like any other person to do there job to the best of there ability and the paients woke in the morning and did there job to best of there abilty. We were all brothers and sisters, we for the most part knew what our role was. We were the caregivers, friends, and confidants of those we worked with daily. As difficult at times that we had to use force, we always knew that we there for compassion and understanding. I talk to former employees of the place on the hill once in a while and for the most part we were one with our charges. If they needed us we were there to help them to overcome the crisis that they were experiencing. We were there to hold there hand, to talk, and work overtime if we felt that was needed to help to bring a crisis to at least a reasonable end. It was every day, it just wasn't once a month. Every morning we came in it was a new crisis and a new person. This place wasn't creepy, freaky, and oh frightening, it was a place where we had a job to do and do it to best of our ability. I'm proud for one that I worked at the old hospital on the hill and hope that all the people who worked there can feel good about what they were about. Sorry, dissertation.

Ray Crocker where are you? It was exactly what it says, occupational therapy. I remember Ray well, he treated our patients with kindness and compassion, don't have to read much more into it. Yes, it was ceramics and fun little things that meant a lot to our people.

It's the angle that captures the full effect of this shot. The solemnity of a church, a minds eye of what was and a history unto it's self in one quick photo. You have done your craft well.

This photo again reminds me of how haunted I was and how I have carried this haunting all of my life. It's the sadness, the overwhelming statement of days gone by and days nevermore. It's has captured the a moment in time and space. It never can be photographed again. Nice shot Motts.

I currently work on a psych unit (inpatient). We have similar key operated junction boxes outside of patient rooms. Our use is to turn off an alarm which is activated by a panic button in the room. We typically don't need to use the panic button but often the patients press the buttons because they are a shiny red and they assume that the button is a light switch.

She looks like she is searching for somthing, or missing someone.

I had to stay in a state hospital for a month and a half for self injury, and so much had a profound effect on me. from that day forward I have been facinated with old abandoned mental facilities. I love talk about the history of such places. I am told if I do not get my act together and learn how cope with my severe anxiety I will wind back into that state hospital for a longer haul. Anyone feel free to email me with comments and just idle talk. My email is deafangel4706@aol.com

This pix is awesome! The reflection is as if you could walk on it, seems to be solid glass floor. The left wall with the insulation hanging out is such a contrast to the rest of the decor.

At the risk of sounding redundant, that is one great shot! The next best thing to being there.

sometimes some comes inside a forum just to make snide comments and then leave never to be heard of again. It is best when one insults is to ignore. Since we read the forums and not listen, it best let it in one eye and out the other!!! That is my moto since by the way I am profundly deaf.

I thought it was a soda dispenser! It sure looks like one. "Can I have some coke please?"

It kind of reminds me of a shcool desk with a built in toilet! I bet teachers would like that, that way the students could just let nature call and still not miss any lessons. Man am I babbling.

To me having to get a shot in my rump was pure torture! I have to be almost sedated to even have a needle prick and when I prick myself at home, I do cry...sorry, but I cannot go for needles of no kind, and hence why I allow my daughters do clothes mending for me. The other day, sliced my hand with a butcher knife and did not even phase me.