1,384 Comments for Gaebler Children's Center

Not gonna lie, this door scares the **** outta me

Grabs
I have this pic in real life. It is the room between ward A and the gym. The step up gives it away.it was a restraunt room when I was there. This was the little window they could watch us from. I have been there many times and have a picture of little closet like room.

The next photo in this set is actually one of the real seclusion rooms.

This room is no seclusion room, as you can see there's a bit of wood that juts out just by the small slit there that would have a shelf on it, there's multiple rooms like these that were in between two large classrooms all through out the Gaebler. The seclusion rooms were a bit larger than this room, maybe 4 by 6/8 or so. And they were in a row off the main hall, there were about 4 or 5 of them if I remember from the last time I was in there only about last year sometime.

JG
What. Was his last name. Or sorry. What is his last name? I might know him. If you don't want to put it here, send it to me on facebook "dennis bunting" the one with dirty blond hair, and a black shirt.

Boiler,
My brothers name is Danny. He would have been between 8 and 10...not really sure I don't remember exactly when he was there. I was pretty young myself.

Estepeni,
My brother is currently living in F.I.N.R in FL. He doesn't currently have internet access.

My brother has been in quite a few facilities since Gaebler. He has tourettes.

I forgot all about the rootbeer root. Wow

I was a room mate of Andrew P***** [name removed].This place was horrible it scarred me for life.I was there as a patient from 1977-1979 .Harrold was very mean to Andy. Andy was just sticking up for himself. The counselor I hated the Most was a women named Marie.She looked like the bad witch on The wizard of oz. I loved the councilor Dianne. Andy's portrait of Gaebler was very vivid and realistic. Our other room mate Kevin was a trekky.He worshipped Star Trek. Kevin would sing a song called ,"Their coming to take me away ."To the funny farm. Sometimes a good backrub would make everything alright. Napoleon Bonapart took us out on the grounds to collect maple syrup. He would also let us make our own rootbeer out of a rootbeer root.

The red upside down cross looked familiar to me. Then I remembered the vocalist for my favorite band mushroomhead has a similar face paint cross in the link below.


http://wallpaper.metal...s/mushroomhead12.jpg

great history in world

That place must of been hell when it was open

Micah
I tried to send u a message at deezil_daddy@yahoo.com. It didn't go through

Micah
I loved playing dodge ball here

Dodgeball anyone?

I was there for a year and a half. It was an interesting experience to say the least coming from someone that just had behaviour issues rather than mental health issues. Watching people doing the "thorizine shuffle" and zombified due to overuse of meds. Listening to the screams from the open rooms and 5 point restraining rooms. We even had a half deaf staff member that was in Met-state her self when they had children there who I believe still had issues and shouldn't have been a staff member. As long as you knew how to beat the system or manipulate you were able to keep clear of the "mangling" as I called it. I went to the restraining room just once. Which is all it took. I was one of the lucky ones to get unsupervised movement priveledges within the hospital. Being 14 when I got there and used to more "free" environments the place scared me to death. I believe in the period I was there abuse was at a minimum. Although being one of the older patients staff often tried to intimidate us into getting into physical altercations with them just to prove thier superiority. I was smart while I was there,keeping myself from being medicated and minimal physical confrontation with the staff. Nonetheless the place was a scary place for me. And once you witness someone on thorizine you tend to be intimidated and use more restraint on yourself so you won't be subjected to the helpless zombie results of the drug. There were alot of us that weren't psychologically defected, just behaviourally problemed and shouldn't have been put together with those that were. The pictures are more morbid than the reality of when it was open. The murals were not a trick, just to give the patients a peaceful, safe feeling. Like the yellow painted walls. It sucked having to sleep with an overhead light on at all times though. And having that Rod Mathews (the kid that beat another kid to death with a baseball bat just to see what it felt like) while he awaited trial, who was also allowed to watch the World series (oh the irony in that) was a securing feeling. I was there from 86-88. Anyone else that was there during that time is more than welcome to contact me at deezil_daddy@yahoo.com . I hold no grudges or bad feelings toward the place. I was just out of place. There are even staff members I miss and would love to hear from.