1,384 Comments for Gaebler Children's Center

I was there 90 91
If that is when you were their then you know me lol. What ward were you on??? Feel free to contact me.

I remember 2 girls lived in the back of the ward which was scary back there as a kid and in that back area the had a room closet like full of toys one of the girls initials was M.L.

Boiler 1220 I wander if it was u with the L L Cool J tape

https://www.aacap.org/..._gift_in_my_life.pdf

I was there 90 91 you are correct, that was no place for a child,maybe if we didn't get abused,verbally, mentally, physically and some sexually and drugged all the time, then maybe that place would have been able to help kids, but, all the place was, was a place for adults to take total control over us kids, and they knew they had all the control in the world...If I could find where the staff are now that I had on my ward, I would for sure give them a piece of my mind and exploit the abuse they did to us kids....

That place was no place for children
Boiler 1220 I think I know u

Boiler I remember the guy that used to talk about clouds a lot

then upstairs there were two classes with two other teachers whose names I have forgotten one was a short red headed woman the other a stocky man with a thick beard. Then of course there were the special classes taught by Mr. Eicholz, who dealt with the so called severely disturbed and Napoleon Bonaparte (yes he was an african american man, but that was truly his name, truth can be stranger than fiction sometimes) who did nature walks natural science type stuff like tapping trees for maple sap and explaining the process...

I remember most of the teachers' names, Mr. Higgins, Mr. Coveney, Mr. Granville, shop teachers were the thin guy Mr. Berubee (however you spell that) he taught wood work with the red headed artistic teacher Mr. Stankiwiez (stanky witz) then there was Mr. Higgins the print shop teacher, there was a math teacher who ran long distance and eventually marathons, but I have forgotten his name. The one I liked most was a guy who taught the science class who had dark sicilian looks, but was quite intellectual his name was Mr. Deltorio he was thin with jet black hair and dark eyes as I recall. I thought he might be gay.

Dr. Gair is not involved in the hope part only the doubt cast on hope

peace

Here is a quote from Dr. Gair and the link to the entire, hope filled article for today's young psychiatric consumers

http://www.boston.com/...with_hugs/?page=full

Dr. Donald Gair, professor emeritus of psychiatry at Boston University and an expert in the clinical and legal ramifications of seclusion and restraints, praised the work of the team at Cambridge Hospital. Yet he warned their success might be difficult to replicate, because a unit's entire staff would truly have to believe in the program to make it succeed.

''People might read about this and leap into it prematurely, and it might not work," said Gair.

Gair also warned against adopting too strict a policy against restraints. In his 16 years as superintendent of the Gabler Unit of Metropolitan State Hospital, Gair said, staffers resorted to restraints because ''there was no [other] way to put a limit on the extremes of behavior that would come out."

I also had a friend named on the ward named Patty, a fellow patient who had been a runaway and prostitute on the street before Gaebler, whom Mike was purchasing sexual services from, this didn't happen in a vacuum either. Given her trauma experience that was just the kind of treatment Patty needed right?

There was an old Italian cafeteria worker "Mike" who handed food to kids as they slid their trays through the serving line before sitting down to eat. If you were particularly overmedicated, nodding out from too much thorazine even as Mike handed you your slop on a plate; he would shout loudly: "hey kid WHY DON'T YOU WAKE UP TO THE FACT THAT YOU'RE LIVING!"
The staff person who supervised the line, always a counselor from the ward, never breathed a word to Mike to stop this verbal/emotional abuse.
Mike did this during the entire two and a half years I was at Gaebler. That tells you something about the culture of the place I think. I was more than once the drugged out kid he screamed at, so I do know the suffering you went through Pookie, believe me.

Jann Pinkowitz is not my real name

http://profiles.bu.edu/Donald.Gair