Nancy, I can definitly relate. My Grandmother suffers from schizophrania. It didn't "get ahold" of her until after she had four children. She heard voices, saw things, and felt things that weren't there. Her "friends" told her to do bad things. She spent a lot of time yelling at them and telling them that she wouldn't do what they want. She never hurt her children and only once did she almost act on what they insisted she do. My Grandfather woke one evening and she was leaning over him with rather large knife. Luckily he was a strong guy and wrestled the knife from her. My mother says that she was in and out of institutions (not happy or fun places at all) and has been given many, many different drugs over the years. Some of the drugs did more worse then good. She has had many harsh therapies over the years including electroshock therapy (didn't help, actually made things worse, this was a good thing as she only had to go through it once!). Her medication seems to be pretty steady now (thanks to medical advancement on the subject). I remember as a child not knowing that Grandma was supposed to talk (she never did). At the time her treatment was basically to "drug the hell out of her". Now she is permenantly mentally damaged from drug effects but she talks, has conversations, and she is connected to the rest of the world. It is hard to believe that she was once a beautiful woman that men used to fight over to go on dates with, had an excellant eye for fashion, was a shrewed card player, an above average pianist, a most excellent seamstress, and was an all around fun-loving person. I wish that I knew this Grandmother better.
This picture is precisely what I think my Grandmother's mind would have looked like 20 years ago. Today? Maybe sweep up, unblock the window and let some sun in, put up some pics of the family, and add a telephone.
I bet there were some rodents sleeping inside the mattress even as you took the photo! Looks like great nesting material.
I bet after they closed down the building to patients and such that some lab work may have been still taking place temporarily which would account for the bed being left behind. The lab workers wouldn't have worried about hauling a bed out of there, they have more important things to worry about! (obviously since they left those cultures behind as well!)
There is such agony in the death of your brother. There is no answer that can sooth away the pain. I can only say I pray that your heart hears the love of God.You are his child. He hears your agony and self judgement. There is no way he would ever judge the ill guilty of the disease that over comes them. He did not come to punish the cripple, or the insane, he came to save them. God Bless You
My brother suffered from schizophrania and , even on medicine, he used to talk to people that weren't there and see things that weren't there. It was very scarey! I really never felt his condition was treated properly. Til the day he died, he was never the same.
Consider the patients today, what do they do with ALL the records of everyone? Both my parents are dead; surely they don't have any records from their doctors, hospitalizations, etc. I mean, how long do they hold on to those things? The 70's weren't THAT long ago; couldn't there be some relatives that are still surviving?
I wanna read about the blood chem!
Lynne and Motts, Kudos for your ethics though regarding the privacy of those lost souls.
They suffered enough in real life without being made a spectacle again!
Seriously though, someone should file those.
It's such a shame that all these relics are just rotting away!
If these papers or reports are of no interest, then why hold on to them? It still baffles me how a place can close up and everyone just walks away and everything; mostly everything; in some cases, just gets left behind. No wonder vandels get their hands on things. This stuff shouldn't be laying around in the first place.