Postby mkfarnam on Thu Nov 26, 2009 8:10 pm

I never get to visit my family outside the Hall. To visit "off grounds" you had to be on "parole"...which was above "privileges"
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Postby brian on Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:25 pm

Hi Everyone,
I've been reading this thread and have been really enjoying it. I found you through FaceBook Ron, you had commented on a photo of the hospital and left a link to here.

I have some similarities in my life in that at 17 while I was in Germany, I became pretty confused and got myself into trouble and was eventually hospitalized. I know about Thorazine because they use to give it to me in liquid form, maybe mixed with kool aid, like I think you mentioned here earlier.

Reading your story here, reminds me of my time there.

I am 47 years old now, have been through many difficult times, many diagnosis's since I was first hospitalized, though I have come to the conclusion that my problems were the result of an emotionally abusive father.

We use to call how people walked on Thorazine as the "Thorazine Shuffle", I can't say if I walked that way, it's always hard to tell how you behaved when you were the one being "treated".

I'm on page 14 on this thread, I have a ways to go yet, but I will comment again as I'm able.

Brian.

Postby mkfarnam on Thu Nov 26, 2009 10:35 pm

Hi Brian:
I've heard and seen alot of the "Thorazine Shuffle". That expression was used more in the 80's when I spent afew times at some of the "Mental Health Wards" in So.California.
All mental Health Wards were shut down just like the State Hospitals.
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Postby brian on Thu Nov 26, 2009 11:51 pm

Hi Mike,
I'm reading on page 19 now, probably will quit for the night, but will continue again soon.

I didn't know that they don't have mental health wards anymore, don't they still have psyche wards? I suppose they are the same thing.

A lot of what you guys write hits home, because I remember the relationships I had while in the hospital, I can't remember all the people, but I remember a few, I remember different situations, why some people were there.

When I first got in trouble, I ended up in Mannheim Prison for 3 months, before sending me there, they "evaluated" me at Frankfurt Hospital, I was in the U.S. Army. After the three months behind bars, I was sent back to Frankfurt Hospital and after awhile (I don't remember how long) I was sent back state side, where I spent the next 3 months hospitalized.

One thing you or Ron said I can relate too and that is how you become institutionalized, you don't even know it happens and I can imagine at your guys ages, it happened even easier. I think that might create a little anger, because when you get out of it, or away from it, you see that you were maybe being manipulated and that unfairly. But on their side, I can see how they needed or felt they needed to control everything everyone did.

Brian.

Postby djp59 on Fri Nov 27, 2009 8:52 am

Wow. Only 2 hours once a month. How sad. That in itself must have been hard. Did you feel like the other children their became your familiy since your own family basiclly you hardly ever saw?

Ron and Mike have either of you outside of this forum stayed in touch with any of the children you meet there?

 

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Postby ronl on Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:03 am

Hello Brian, I was in the Army too, Join us over at the nutt house at http://www.hall-18.com
 
Only 2 hours once a month. How sad

It was sad only for the first year or so, than it really didn't matter, as we were lead to believe we were going to be there for the rest of our lives.
I once told my parents to not come visit anymore and towards the end they didn't.
We had a brotherly bond between us kids which the staff could not break.
When I found Mike 7 months ago it was like we had never have been apart.
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Postby WSH on Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:12 am

At that time what was the discharge procedure? What I mean was if your parents wanted to remove you could they do so, or was it more up to the doctors?

 


Postby ronl on Fri Nov 27, 2009 10:52 am

Most of us were wards of the court, and we were stuck between the courts and the Doctors, our parents had no say in this.
The day you left was a quiet moment, and the rest of us kids only noticed you were gone after school when you were not there, nothing by the staff was ever said. We just knew.
Due to changes in the law, when you reached 18 the doors opened.
I was given a ride to the bus station with a boy scout back pack. Since I had a job off site I had about $1000 saved up so I bought my ticket to California.
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Postby mkfarnam on Fri Nov 27, 2009 11:47 am

WSH wrote:At that time what was the discharge procedure? What I mean was if your parents wanted to remove you could they do so, or was it more up to the doctors?

I really don't know what papers I was in there under. I remember one kid who kept running away and then he disappeared. So that's what I started doing. Around the 4th time I ran away, I spent a week or so in seclusion and then it was like my Mother was waiting for me when I was released from seclusion.
But then years later when I signed up for Disability(medi-cal) in California, A Social Security counsler told me that they had it on record that I was in TCSH on a "court order". So I don't know, I can only assume that my Mother admitted me to tcsh under a DR's advise. Once I got out, tcsh was never brought up again, and I never ask.
My Mother died 2-3 years later, I went to Texas to see my real father and then I went to California.
What I never understood was:
I always thought a"court order" was for juveniles. I was no juvenile at home. I never had time to get into trouble. We lived on a Dairy farm. My brother Al, me and my step Dad worked the farm and did logging on weekends and days off from school.
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Postby brian on Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:22 pm

Ron and Mike,

I'm on page 33 with my reading here, and I haven't heard either of you say for sure what medicines you were on. The reason I'm asking is because when I look back to my times in hospitals I am pretty sure that medicines that I took wiped or hid many of my memories. Even later in my life when I was re-hospitalized for periods, my wife would later bring things up to me that I could not remember.

I also recognize a kind of brotherhood in any that were hospitalized for periods of time, for many of us, it might have been the only times we felt cared for... not necessarily by staff (but in my case, I remember good nurses) but maybe by fellow patients. What I'm saying is, there are times I actually wish I could go back, because I had help, and friendship and in some ways maybe I felt safer. Do you two know what I'm talking about?? Did you have times that you wished you could go back?

Where I was hospitalized, it was co ed, the ward wasn't divided by sex (that I can remember), we use to walk the hall in our hospital pj's and slippers and I'm pretty sure your neighboring room could be a girl.

One memory was that smoking wasn't "outlawed" like it is today, I think I could walk down the hall and smoke. I was trying to remember that last night... was there a "smoking room" or could you smoke everywhere. I think at the first hospital I was in, in 1980, I could smoke pretty much everywhere, and that was really pretty important to me.

Brian.

Postby ronl on Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:31 pm

I was on Thorazine for 2 years than Milerol for 2 years and nothing after that.
Due to state laws we could not smoke because we were under 18.
I never felt cared for, it was like a prison for us and we felt like we did not belong there. I never wanted to go back I always had nightmares of going back.
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Postby brian on Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:43 pm

Ron,

I guess that's where we would differ. I was hospitalized against my will (or I had no real choice in the matter and I couldn't leave), but I knew I needed help, even though I might not have admitted that at the time. I was miserable. I was on many medicines. Thorazine was the first I think. I remember that they couldn't get me to calm down, so they kept upping the amount, I remember 1200 mili?? of liquid. I remember them shooting me in the butt with Lithium, but I don't think I was on that long.

It's funny, I don't know you, but I look up to you and Mike, you encourage me a bit, and challenge my resolve to do better. I do well, at least on the outside, I work and am a father and a husband, but I still suffer a lot, or am still trapped in myself, I think I fake it a bit.

Smoking was my good friend that never let me down. Me and Pot never got along, it smelled like poop to me LOL!

I know when I was hospitalized, all I wanted was to get out, and I did escape once, but had to go back.

Brian.

Postby mkfarnam on Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:50 pm

I was on Milorill and thorizine, which did nothing to contol my siezures.
Thorazine was use for some as a punishment, just like "Haldol".

Smoking was a privelege that had to be earned:
There were some that could smoke. Their cigarettes were held in the office and they were only allowed one cigarette every 1-2 hours and I believe they were only allowed to smoke out on the caged porch under one of the attendants supervision.
Some of us who were too young to smoke used to drop a string down the caged porch to Hall#12 or Hall#6 and the old men would tie a cigarette onto the string for me. If the cigarette wasn't lit we would find some steelwool, wrap toilet paper around the steelwool and stick it into a light socket or outlet.
This would creat sparks and light the toilet paper on fire and that's how we light the cigarette. :wink:
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Postby ronl on Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:51 pm

Every time I meet someone who was in a mental hospital ect, instantly we become friends, it's like a silent brotherhood. We all know what it's like.
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Postby mkfarnam on Sat Nov 28, 2009 1:57 pm

ronl wrote:Every time I meet someone who was in a mental hospital ect, instantly we become friends, it's like a silent brotherhood. We all know what it's like.

That's about the same way I was.
I meant my wife in a mental Health/Phsycic ward...... She was Bi-Polar.
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