1,933 Comments for North Wales Hospital (Denbigh Asylum)

If it hadnt been for the title of the picture,I wouldve thought that the E.T.C meant "Et cetera". Et cetera this way XD

this looks a little scorched

My family believed one of my sisters birthdays was in October and it wasn't until years after my mother died and we went through old records that we actually found out my sisters birthday was September, a month before. So my mother obviously got pregnant before getting married but because back then it was such a big deal and women were ridiculed, she lied to everyone and falsified documents to make it appear the baby was born nine months after she got married.

1990 I was 32, thanks for making me feel old(er)

wow Slebs take a chill pill!

Sorry. I meant to say in my fifth paragraph that It is so odd how the staff who haven't themselves had mental illness and don't know how it is experienced or how we experience their "treatment" usually have such a radically different interpretation of the treatment. often it is seen as benign and helpful for the person even when they and their behavior says otherwise. It is true that for everyone who is terrified or just creeped out by seclusion rooms there are people who like to go in there and throw balls around or shred paper and get emotion out. People who experience forced treatment in seclusion rooms become afraid of it.
I think a empathetic and non-defensive discussion of how there behavior impacts the people they are treating would cause them pain and challenge their Identity. If you listened you could learn.

The first time i was in a hospital I was confused as to the rules of the hospital especially because I was psychotic. I went in my bedroom and refused to leave my bed. I wanted peace and quiet.

there was an all male call and six or eight guys came. they put my arms and legs behind my back and that was very painful and I screamed and kicked to escape, and they carried me to the seclusion room. they dumped me on the mat and ran out. I was so confused about what had happened and so terrified. No one told me why I was there. I banged on the door screaming to be let out. what dme said about having a place where a patient can scream and bang to safely let out those emotions sounds like she misunderstands how it is experienced by others. the walls were closing in and i was terrified and confused as to where i was and why it was happening. I did not know who the crowd of men were who painfully dragged me kicking and screaming into the room. I was not experiencing this emotions when i went to my bedroom to be alone.

Later I started doing back springs on the gym mat and I think they thought i might get hurt. They rushed back in and tore my clothes off while I was fighting and screaming and trying to escape. They put me in four point restraints with my privates facing the window in the door where everyone could see me.

It is so odd how the staff who haven't themselves had mental illness and know how it is experienced and how we experience there "treatment" usually have such a radically different interpretation of the treatment that it is benign and helpful for the person even when they and their behavior says otherwise. It is true that for everyone who is terrified or just creeped out by seclusion rooms there are people who like to go in there and throw balls around or shred paper and get emotion out. People who experience forced treatment in seclusion rooms become afraid of it.

I think the treatment of those who were abused in the rooms should be realized and acknowledged. we are still living today. Our experiences should be honored and not swept under the rug and dismissed b/c they didn't know any better. It felt like kidnapping and it felt like rape. I want an apology. I wish Dme was still around because thou sometimes I think she is off base usually she sees beyond just her experience and just might understand what I wrote. I got ptsd from many similar experiences like that. the only time i ever laid a finger on a mental health worker was when they laid a forceful hurtful hand on me. the many treatments that came from staff who were usually kind (although i never ran into any of the saints mentioned on this website) made me worse. I did experience other kinds of abuse like threats and touching, but by far the worse was the state sanctioned abuse I experienced in my twenties. That is less than nineteen years ago and it still happens.

Thanks for the sensible critique. Me & my neighbor were just preparing to do some research on this. We got a grab a book from our local library but I think I learned more clear from this post. I'm very glad to see such great info being shared freely out there.
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very royal

it kinda looks like the gym from carrie now that i think about it...not good! >:(

Many taknhs Jen. We sold the location, and for some reason, the new owners havent re-opened. Thank you so much for taking the time to write, as well as being a loyal customer.Thanks again, Brian

I love this pic! This is one of my favorites!!!!

My mother was one of the last patients to leave the asylum back in the early 90's I was born in 1989 and didnt know my mother for the first few years of my life i have always wanted to go and explore this place as the stories i hear from people are not very good ones with regards to the treatment of patients while they were in there apparently there were many suicides often on a weekly basis but these patients were tormented and abused mentally and physically on a daily basis i think only the people that were there at the time will know the truth perhaps guilty or not.....

i was 5...since where on ages...and this website is so amazing ive been on here for hours lookin at all these abandoned buildings and reading all these comments...great stuff

amazing!!
stunning photograph