5,961 Comments for Kings Park Psychiatric Center

if the water is that crappy, there is a handy-dandy soap dispenser in the bathroom....but then you'd also lose the lighting under the sink if you took it out.

if you look all the way to the left, you can see the soap dispenser....just enough for a quick handwash!!

how 'bout the nasty squirting sound you get when the round thing isn't 'pink' anymore...if the dam thing even works when you push up? Hee hee my first soap dispenser post!!

i only discovered this site yesterday; and i've already seen a whole bunch of soap dispenser comments...now i know where it came from...and i will be sure to think of a few on my own...

I'm curious if the chambers on either side of the stage once housed a pipe organ.....'theater organs' were built for movie houses and used to accompany silent movies in those days. Although I did see the shot of that ancient 'double deck' turntable a few photos ahead of this one.....

thats the best pic in the whole site

a beautiful building

does it really matter so much how the pinecones managed to get there?

critiquing it so much kinda takes away from the creativness and artistic-ness of the picture.

its a great picture, i honestly wouldnt let it bother me so much as to how they got there

The final photo in this most remarkable series on Kings Park Hospital, and a priceless sociological documentary that ought one day to be published.
As I have travelled with Mott through the empty rooms and decaying corridors of the institution, my main thoughts have been to visualise it's past, and to try and picture the many & varied scenes that it must have born witness to. Night nurses bent over their desks beneath anglepoise lamps- a slumbering ward whose peace is broken by the pitiful cries of a disturbed patient waking from a nightmare, to whom the ward sister quickly rushes to administer the balm of whispered reassurance and a sedative- elderly war veterans in wheelchairs nodding in the warmth of the afternoon sun, as mellow rays and the smell of honeysuckle wafted through an open window and insects droned in the bushes- a young consultant neurologist agonising late into the night some time in the early '50s over the request for a lobotamy by a despairing psychotic, tapping his pen against his teeth and deciding to take it up with his superiors- maintenance men seated in the greasy subterranean light of the boiler rooms, reading magazines and scratching a cat's ears as a radio sings in the background- a frightened child in the pediatric wards of the early '80s reassured into giggles when she sees her old muppet pal Gonzo peeping at her on the wall, and her special nurse squeezes her hand to comfort her- the clunk of pool balls in the recreation rooms- a young schitzophrenic proudly showing her visiting parents the murals she has helped to paint- Summer nights when rainstorms lashed the venerable Ivy-covered walls of the Quad, and ships hooted out in Long Island Sound- the angry yells and curses of a violent patient confined to a secure excercise area- the click and shuffle of looms in the weaving therapy room- a young man soon to be discharged after recovering from a nervous breakdown, intensively working on scripts for the hospital Christmas show as his parting contribution- the scurry of activity in the corner of a ward when a patient is found to have overdosed, with screens drawn around the bed and nurses running for emergency equipment as the duty doctor frantically tries to save another life- morgue attendants hosing down autopsy tables with disinfectant- flowers from relatives & friends blooming in vases- canteen staff gossiping as they prepare to serve another lunch- delivery vehicles reversing up to service entrances on cloudy afternoons..... I could go on and on, but it is the echoes of these and countless other cameos in time that the old hospital holds within her walls. Now all is still, and quiet; the past ages hang like a dust sheet on the buildings, pregnant with memories, and the future is a distant spark. For now, let her slumber....

Superb condition in comparison to the other dormitories- wonder why that is?

I say it's rust- there's no way they'd leave blood lying around, even if it was dry, and however quickly they were evacuating the building; it'd be too much of a health hazard.

That would make a good magazine or periodical cover.

Hope that was a joke, Scrapper K.....
Can't believe how quickly the paint goes to hell; you turn your back on it and it's flaking off the walls! The doors seem immaculate by comparison....

Nice room- unusual and stylish shape....

Building 93 does look very sinister- almost like the architects were trying to design it like that deliberately, as some kind of a cliched image of a hospital from an old Hammer Horror film. No imagination, or what??!
Can appreciate the need to keep ground space to a minimum, but even so....
Looking at this amazing portfolio of pictures, I can't believe that such a massive complex has just been left disused to rot away and decay like this. If it was a single block of flats or something it'd be less remarkable, but this place is HUGE!! There are loads of homeless people in New York City and it's environs- couldn't it be used as a big hostel and rehab centre for them, where they could learn basic skills to help them get back on their feet again?
And what about all the struggling buisnesses that can't afford the stupid office rents of Manhattan? That old hospital would make a terrific buisness park if refurbished!! It all seems such a pointless waste....