2,712 Comments for Fuller State School and Hospital

Heheh 'Bulky brimming wideness'.. i love that!

Nah, it's a acronym for 'big beautiful woman'. Or in other words, anyone over about 150lbs these days :(

Don't worry, some of the stuff on here is a whole load scarier than any of those! The ones I mentioned are mainly discussion boards, not porn sites - though there's also PLENTY of those on the WWW if that floats your boat :-)

OK, I just can't bring myself to go to one of those websites because I am terrified of what I might see, so could you tell me what "BBW" means? Bountiful body weight? Buxom broad women? Bulky brimming wideness? Big beautiful wenches?

How anyone ever thought these would 'work' is beyond me.

I know of more than a few people who far from being skeeved out, would posively relish that mental image of the jiggly fat guy. Google 'fat admirer' or 'BBW'. My own SO falls under the second classification by the way. Or for a more in-depth examination of corpulence and eroticism, try www.dimensionsmagazine.com, www.abundancemagazine.com or www.bigfatblog.com for a real education...

;-)

Thank you SO much for that visual!

I so agree with and appreciate Lynn's comments. Without ever caring for or meeting the types of patients that were in these facilities, and are in group homes now, it is easy to think of many of these methods as cruel. Tile may look unfriendly, but in the home i work in we have a low functioning client who picks the wallpaper off the wall and eats it, picks holes in the furniture and pulls the stuffing out . . . and eats it. Perhaps you see where I am going with this. Though these facilities are outdated in alot of ways i think they likely were better equipped to handle some patients than we are today. Putting patients in home settings sounds great, but just how well does fecal matter come out of upholstered furniture?! Not well, I can say from experience.

I know this goes against your code, but If you find contained mercury in your travels again, you may want to consider taking it with you.

In a case here in Minnesota, some kids found a container and opened it up and played with it. All three eventually came down with a severe case of mercury poisoning.

The health club I went to as a kid had one of these, and I played with it all the time. It was standard equipment at almost any health club back in the early seventies. Granted, there was only a small number of health clubs back then as compared to now.

I remember watching in horror as a very very large man used it once. I still remember watching his whole body jiggle in such an odd way.

great comments lynne (as usual) as the saying goes, walk a mile in my shoes.....

VERY NICE LYNNE, CHEERS! I READ SOMEWHERE SOME STATS ON NSH THAT SAID THROUGHOUT ITS HISTORY, THE BEST CARETAKERS WERE EX PATIENTS. I DON'T FIND THIS HARD TO BELIEVE.

Lynne - thank you for what you are doing to educate people about mental illness. The Dept. of Human Resources, in its wisdom, is trying to close down the psych hospital here. I don't know what is going to happen to some of the people the hospital stabilizes on a regular or semi-regular basis - I guess they'll end up in jail.

That is a powerfully moving photograph.

Lynne - my husband is a psych nurse. I agree with every comment you have made.

i too have an autisitc daughter, Anna--shes 12 now. This really does touch a strong chord with me--this place reeks of isolation, neglect, loneliness and pain...i cant help but think that children such as mine were once readily stuck in places such as this...i couldnt imagine my baby in this place for one minutes, much less for years on end....God, these pictures evoke an overwhelming sense of depression and pain for me.....im glad that place is closed.....i'm betting if your there on a cold, dark evening you can still hear the children crying out for help......i can hear them in these pictures....it is so sad.

To answer Bob, yeah I do. I haven't physically seen one, but I've heard some things. My name being clearly whispered one night when I was reading in bed. It was so clear I turned suddenly, and of course no one was there. Even though it didn't sound like one of my parents, I went to ask them but they were both sound asleep (no siblings either.) And just recently, I've been hearing it a lot more frequently, and like a week ago, this song just started playing in my head, I've never heard it before, and it was so clear as well...it was like my brain tuned into some radio station for a short while - and all it was was a snippet. And footsteps - I distinctly hear someone walking around. All the time. My mom does too. In fact, once she asked me if my father was home yet and I said "yeah, upstairs." But he wasn't home yet. I just heard his footsteps so distinctly I could have sworn he was home. Well, this is starting to creep me out so I'll end it here for now.

hospital bed im sure of it

I have to quote Don Marquis' cockroach, archy, from "archy & mehitabel," who said:
"you want to know whether i believe in ghosts
of course i do not believe in them
if you had known as many of them as i have
you would not believe in them either"