2,712 Comments for Fuller State School and Hospital

How this goes from hygene to abuse bothers me, however I would tend to "belive" Lynne knows what she's talking about.

Well, thank you, Rachel. I haven't been called a liar in many, many years. :-)

Yea lynne you may have alot of stories but i belive alot of them untrue. i belive that this picture has the same kind of meaning to the other refering to the washrooms. The "managment" as they call themselves semed to abuse the rights of their paitents

I have been to places where the stalls are open for everyone to see and the conditions of filth are far worse than this. That may be where my nightmares are originating from also.

Lynn you should also rember that other patients may also be walking past and i certainly hope that you wouldnt enjoy other people you hardly know but have to see everyday watching you bathe. Yes conditions have changed in most places but i know of quite afew places where the conditions are still as bad as described here. i also agree that some patients need to monitored more than others as i understand some may have the tendencies of hurting or killing thereselves but as mentiond in the introduction to the history of the place some paitents were misdiognosed.

I honestly don't see the tapeworm connection. but it adds effect.

I don't care what people say. I strongly think that there is more than one meaning to that "know thyself" in this particular location. Mabey some kind of double meaning is hidden there.

I agree it disturbes me.

if you look at the door close enough you can see the faint shadow of a face. chilling.

Indeed. I'm learning as much from Lynne as I am from the photos.

Honestly this door haunts me because i have had a nightmare about a door very similar to this.

nice angle w/ the tube/pipe/? making it appear as if it's on a manequin(sp).

Sometimes they fence trees to protect them from deer.

I used to live in an older (1925) house. Several times, when I was downstairs, I heard footsteps and someone yell "hello" down the stairs. The first few times, I answered, and then, receiving no answer, went upstairs to see if someone had come into the kitchen from the back door. Of course (or I wouldn't be telling you this), no one would be there. I thought maybe it was one of our cats, mimicking our habitual greeting to them as we came in the backdoor, but how to explain the footsteps? I played it off as imagination for a while, but when I finally mentioned it to my wife, she related that she had heard it also. Old house? Cats? Who knows... but it was amusing and hair raising at the same time.

"Her friends are gazing on her,
And on her gaudy bier,
And weep ! Oh! to dishonor
Dead beauty with a tear! "

Poor old Lenore. 8`-(

Yaggy, I understand your mother's pain. I lost two, one of whom I was extremely close to. And she was too young to be taken so soon.