1,384 Comments for Gaebler Children's Center

@Brooklyn
I think the arrows must be a possible demo code. I've been in a few sites and seen similar stuff like arrorws, numbers, etc. And I finally just asked....they did say that those are demo codes.

what he said

Haunting yet stunning. Reminds me of "the Room" in a story I've written.

Hey, Motts... Have I ever told you that Insame Asylums or Pychs for kids really really creep me out.

Yes, I spent a few nights in a seclusion room.
1971-72.

Hey RUTHANN when were u at gaebler. If your using your real name I acutally lived in that nightmare-hole! Im glad it was shut down !! Its sad how they treated us kids.

I'm not going to have nightmares as a kid...

I'm 18 and I'm going to have nightmares tonight...

*shiver*

I don't think watching this ghost hunter show is helping me, but I'm getting such chills up and down my spine. Beautiful picture.

I ADORE the way the light reflects off of the ceiling. Oh, and I'm really enjoying the people telling their stories of the place in the comments. It really clarifies the place for me. It's horrifying what they did to you. I've been in a phsyciatric ward once when I was 16 (18 now) for about 2 weeks, and I didn't have a bad experience at all. It's abominable, the way that they treated you. (If your curious, my mother had called 911 after a raging suicidal episode. I'm fine now :] )

I dont think these are too bad. The proportions are kinda wrong , and Female Ernie how cute LOL

painting is allright but they should've done more. I mean that sad brick wall, come on ,looks bad. But hey at least they tried.

Holy crap, I just noticed there is a penis painted on the wall. That is very messed up.

cool and am a kid

Big Ed: i actualy saw this one very ornate penis in some grafitti in this old abandoned police station we used to hang out in.
it wasnt really a lack of imagination or talent, it was a sense of humor.

I was there from 1978-1980, on Ward D.
I remember the relief when I realized the big metal green door was locked behind me and my family were locked out. I was safe, they could no longer hurt me!
Sad to think that I actually felt safe there. Most of the time. There were staff who would provide smokes for just a little feel or a kiss. I learned to manage not to be alone with them.
It would be interesting to have a documentory done of Gaebler. I still have dreams (nightmares?) about running away through the O.T. doors, or hiding out under the basement stairs.
It's so sad to think that I actually prefered being there to living with my family. No wonder I'm still working through PTSD issues! But I would certainly be dead if I hadn't been at Gaebler -- either by my hand or my mother's.
Is DSS doing any better now?