2,712 Comments for Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
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- Location: Fuller State School and Hospital
- Gallery: Disturbed
On every single disasterous spin I took on the ever revolving door at our state run rehab center for adult blind I and my fellow students, my word for us, not theirs (theirs meaning the folks running the center) Has been, and I guess will always be, unless the word "client" somehow becomes not P.C. "client.
I've always found this to be just a bit odd, although I suppose "client" is far better than inmate or being reduced to some nameless faceless case number.. to be filed away in some poor overworked VR counsler's caseload
Client, I guess is also used so that we, those who seak help from Voc Rehab in whatever form be it training, job placement, obtaining assistive technology so we can go to work, school or just lead as best a life as we are able to feel a part of the whole VR team. There was a time, not too long ago when we were told not asked or listened to what was to become of our lives. After all, we surely couldn't have the slightest idea what was in our best interest, being blind or disabled and all. We needed somebody, most times a non-disabled person to do our thinking for us... I'm being a bit sarcastic, but it's true, in the past if you had some sort of disability nobody wanted to take you seriously to listen to you. I guess this is because the people in charge, the non-disabled ones at any rate Had no idea what they'd do if they had whatever disability you had. They wouldn't know how to cope, some, not all of them. So they couldn't see how you would cope.
Like I said not everyone is/was like this, but some folks are. But over the past several years, we've been asked to step out of our sheltered workshops and back rooms and to have a voice in our future. So they did away with inmate, although, VR being as under-staffed and overloaded with people needing help as it is I'm not so sure about the being a nameless faceless case number. LOL just kidding...
Honestly I don't care what you call me as long as you can give me the help I'm seaking and to do this with dignity
As for this brother/sister thing. I hope I can write this and not muck it up. I think they did this to foster a "family" feel. I mean here are all these kids away from their own families so in a way the school/hospital was their family. It's rather odd and stilted but nothing new. For example at my time at the state school for the blind w e had dorm mothers and dorm dads, I guess that's what the guys called their overseers. We had to address all dorm staff by Miss. or Mr. whatever their first name was. And they just called us by our first names. Of corse in school we had to call our teachers Mr. or Mrs. last name. At the private adjustment center for adult blind in Colorado I attended a few years ago and at the school I attend to receive my guide dogs, we drop the Mr. and Mrs. so n so and just call eachother, staff, students and or trainers, in the case of guide dog school, by our first names. I like this because it is more relaxed andfriendly and I don't feel so much like a thing something is being done to, rather I feel like a person who is doing and choosing for herself just the same as anyone.
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The wall tiling is exactly the same. Only in the older part of the school though. Man this pic brought back some memories for me. I could almost see lockers lined up on the right side, and classrooms on the left.