You don't have to have been committed to have seen the inside of the notorious Oregon State Hospital. That's because the real-life mental institution was used as the set for the Oscar-winning classic "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."It turns out the facility was as much of a house of horrors off-screen as it was on. A federal investigation of the Oregon State Hospital two years ago uncovered widespread abuse and neglect of patients, and the structure itself was found to be ridden with toxic paint, asbestos, bird droppings and rodents. A separate investigation found the cremated remains of 3,600 patients in corroding copper canisters.
"You can see the place where they showered. You can see their scratchings on the wall," Oregon Senate President Peter Courtney told the Associated Press. "They lived there. And then often people forgot them. They just took them there and it was over."
But beginning next year, all the hospital's inmates will be transferred to a brand-new facility, featuring fresh food, art therapy and more outdoor space. There's even a wing that mimics a city -- complete with a post office, a bank and a hair salon -- so the patients won't feel like they're losing touch with the real world.
Until fairly recently, those who were institutionalized with mental illness tended to be treated in an inhumane manner, and this upgrade at the Oregon State Hospital provides a symbolic end to that long and regrettable era in mental health care.
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Sunday 21 November
By pat
Have a heart, Buddy.
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Sunday 21 November
By Marla
I used to work at a mental institution . I quit because of the abuse that was going on with the patients . It was so very sad !
Those care takers will have to stand before God one day !!!
You never know , if you or some one you love will end up in one of these horrible places !!!
God bless the patients in all mental institutions and nursing homes , etc .
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Sunday 21 November
By Vickie Ashton
It's true the old Oregon State Hospital was sadly in need of repair/remodel and I'm happy that has occured. The story makes it sound like the patients were neglected and abused. Sadly, there were isolated incidents but over all there are some wonderful people who work at the hospital and care deeply about their patients. We have a strong advocacy program in Salem and enlightening people about mental illness/health is very important to us.
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Sunday 21 November
By Ellie
I hope that hospital is big enough to hold all the 'tea-baggers and right wing republicans'. It would be a shame to have to split them up, they make such beautiful (SLIMY) music together.
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Sunday 21 November
By buffalobeard
yeah! Under M.Stanley Dukakis of Ma. Dem. All mental institutions, Danvers included were shut down. All of the patients were to be housed in "halfway houses in the neighborhoods. Unfortunately, none were ever built, as no one wanted a bunch of mentally unstable people living next to them. surprise surprise. So the state in it's infinite wisdom, just turned them all loose anyway. So, today, that's why you have the"homeless"problem. Also, you can not commit anyone to a mental hospital if they don't want to go. If they refuse to take meds for any ailment, they cannot be forced to take them. Yeah, the dems. have really made it "paradise on earth" as opposed to the mental hospitals. Remember, hire the mental handicapped(democraps) they're fun to watch"!!
Sunday 21 November
By Misty
At last we have the answer...they met in the booby hatch, looney bin, what ever. Explains it all. It is a puzzel to me that she/he/it finds time to do all these posts with all that "love and passion and wisdom" floating around. Now I can once again sleep at night...so glad to find this out. NOT
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Sunday 21 November
By robert
mental illness is a medical condition. Don't call it coocoo or nuts. People need to get help somewhere.
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Sunday 21 November
By I'm a Survivor!
TO Buffaalobeard (and a few others), first of all, this is NOT a political board so why don't you keep dang politics out of where they do NOT belong? Are some of you THAT hard up for words that you have to drag politics into EVERY topic?? Also, former Mass. Governor Michael Dukakis was NEVER known or referred to as M.Stanley Dukakis! When you speak of that great man who did LOTS for Massachusetts, use his correct name so he gets the credit & recognition he deserves! (rest his soul). Take your politics to a political board as those here reading about Mental illness don't want to be putting up with it in your political posts!
Sunday 21 November
By Golly and geewhiz
Ellie, not sure about that, but I bet there will be room for you. Why is it that you fear anyone that does not go along with your notions of what is ok? Why do you want to deny others the rights that you seem to think are only for you?
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Sunday 21 November
By Misty
If it bothered you all that much, why play coward and walk away and not report or try to change things or get help for the patients. Out of sight, out of mind I guess.......HMMMMMMMMM I don't knwo if I would have the guts to admit that I did what you just admitted.
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Sunday 21 November
By Misty
tlig I guess you would be the expert on that subject........LOL
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Sunday 21 November
By robert
Kanye West has accomodations.
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Sunday 21 November
By Stephen
"Ahhhh.....Juicyfruit"
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Saturday 27 November
By Mitch
when we put foolish politicions in so they will budget the cost according to the needs we will begin to see humane treatment of mental illness, right now we have money being taken out of all state assistance programs while the politicions making these decisions have free health care, pensions, and a host of other bennies, ss is again this year not giving a cola saying that it is not needed as the economy hasn't become more burdensome, are you kidding me, every time I turn around I am hit with another fee or bill increase, just tax on auto reg and maintenance and food take up the increase a simple 3.5 per increase would have given me, instead W DC is printing more money and say's it will give me a $250 one time gift, don't pee on me and tell me it's raining,, over the long haul that gift would cost me thousands in ssd since it puts me in the red over the next few cola adjustments as I would have never had that 3.5 percent added to my balance, I may be ill but I ain't stupid.. readers fight your senate and congress, make them see that the most defenceless the children seniors and ill cannot be the first to have much needed funding taken away.
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Sunday 21 November
By Red
I just love when people call mentally ill people nuts and crazy.
Apparently I woke up 9 years ago and decided to be Paranoid
Schizophrenic. I take my meds and function fine. But if something
should happen and I have a break which I have had before and handled
it myself half of you are saying to just lock me away and forget. Or
just give me a 4x4 room with no interaction. I would love to be able
to give my illness to people like those for a week. They would be on
their knees crying like a baby after a day and begging for good care
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Monday 22 November
By Proffordisabilities
Dear Red,
When I was 16, the last day of school, I came home to learn from my mom that my dad came home to tell her that he was divorcing her, he had another family, with kids and all, the house in his name only was up for sale so we better find an apartment soon, and I tried not to react in front of my mom and told her, ok, I would go looking for a job tomorrow, but I had to wash my hair because my girlfriends and I were going to the Holden Experiment, a coffee (real coffee) house, so we could talk when I got back, we didn't stay out late, and my lovely sister in law, Marcia, my brother divorced her for a younger model, but she's still the sister in law in our family, his new wife hasn't time for us, and she wears him thin, gets a job to get a new car, gets the car, then quits the job so my brother is stuck with NEW CAR payments, doesn't drive used cars, never has since she married my brother, and my brother is good friends with his first wife, and I think regrets his second childhood. Anyway, my dad left for a couple of hours during which time my other sister in law in Vermont called to tell us that my brother had had a heart attack and died, and when my dad returned he learned the news and left the house again. When mom told my brother in his room upstairs, he had a nervous breakdown and came down but his adrenalyn was running high, he was so close to that brother, and while I was combing out my hair, after calling my friends to tell them and go on without me, I didn't know what was happening, except they told me PLEASE if I could possibly make it to the last SAT exam tomorrow morning, PLEASE try to make it, my last chance to take it.
Well, my dad came home half lit and told my mom in his drunken voice, "If there's anything I can do for you...," and my brother, schizophrenic and all in the midst of his breakdown, picked up the sculpture of Christ's face In Agony he sculpted his last time at the state mental hospital, and threw it directly at my dad's chest and broke a few ribs, I called for 2 ambulences, one for my dad, and one for my brother, and until the ambulences came, my brother circled the house breaking everything glass that could "mirror" the night, the loss, our home, his best brother, our father who threw us away, he broke every piece of glass, every mirror, and I couldn't calm him down, this was his first violent breakdown, and after the ambulance took him away, the second ambulance folk found my dad with his broken ribs and took him away, and my dearest sister in law helped us to pack a few things, after my SAT next morning, we would be headed up to Vermont for my eldest brother's funeral, where all the guys from Big Blue came in exactly the same Navy suits, shoes, ties, and white shirts, they paid for the funeral, and my sister in law kinda just wanted us to go home, so we did, and when we got to my second oldest brother's house with Marcia, and stayed the night, next day my mom and I found an apartment we could spruce up for the security deposit, paint, wallpaper, and Mom and me working after we got out of work, because she dropped me off downtown Worcester, and I went back to the store I had been scoping and asking the manager, Mr. Laturgis, every Saturday for a month (I already knew about my dad and his other family from the kids at school, and they weren't too mean about it, so I had an inkling already, and they lived in the nice part of town and wore new clothes and shoes and everything, but I kept it to myself, as my mother already had an investigator on it) and when I told Mr. Laturgis my situation, he finally gave me a job in the credit department, 40 hrs., I could really help my mom with money now, and forget high school and college, my mom needed me and so did my schizophrenic brother and my little sister, and of course my psychiatrist (paid for by my dad's insurance, which I didn't know what would happen now) prescribed a new drug for the depression I fell into, but was still functional, and after a couple of weeks I had to drop as I became emotionally numb, and I knew that wasn't right, and so I stopped taking them and fell back into my much more appropriate depression, but I got my scores for the SAT's and they were actually good, for whatever good they would do. I didn't sign up for my Sr. classes, for all intents and purposes I was dropping out of school to help my mom take care of the family because my dad had the money for a really good lawyer, the house had sold and he gave the money to my grandma, who hated us kids because my mom was French, to keep until the divorce was over, so my mom wouldn't have anything to get half of besides the furniture, and child support for my little sister, since I was working, and my money was much, much more than the child support on me would have been. My dad impoverished us...and I still had to know him as my dad...
The school psychiatrist asked my mom to take me in to the school for some assessments, even as I had quit school, and so I went, and he did a Stanford Binet 147, and a Weschlers 161, and the Psychiatrist took the scores to the Principal and asked couldn't I just do independent study with IQ scores like that, and the Principal said I would still have to take Chemistry, so they stuck me in the first class of Chemistry. Well, the Chemistry teacher became a chemistry teacher for his credentials of being a medic in WWII, and sometimes I just couldn't stand it, I just had to correct him, he had never even read Einstein's "Theory of Relativity", thus, he was teaching it all wrong, like the movie "Back to the Future" science fiction, and the more often I corrected him, the worse my scores on my exams got, until the school psychiatrist had to have a meeting with me and told me to leave it alone, and yes our school had the worst acceptance rates into nursing schools, it wasn't my problem, I didn't have to correct the teacher, he was a veteran, they weren't going to get rid of him, just put down the answers he said during class, forget Einstien, just graduate. Oh, how that hurt me, because I knew the right answers already, but he was teaching classes of students who were eating this crap up like it was fact, not fiction. So I shut up, did this whole thesis on the effect of poverty on a child's educational achievement, otherwise known as "The Education and Achievement of the Culturally Deprived Child" and it made a real hit, as I had done case studies of a dozen schools in the Worcester Area, rich neighborhoods, and poor ghettos, noting their equipment, class sizes, handling of ESOL and Special Needs Students, and I guess the school psychiatrist was plenty impressed enough he had parts of it published in the Central Mass. Teachers Education Assoc. Quarterly, and the Psychiatrist took questions on it, and even though I got some "rough" credit for my case studies accounts, his name took precedence, but I got a high school diploma, and with those SAT scores, someday when I went to college, they would help me alot! Meanwhile, I went on with my job and helped out my mom to take care of the family, and while I inwardly despised my dad, I gave him that old Italian respect he expected, even though he had a whole 'nother family who he took care of a whole lot better than us, but, in the end, you only get one father, even if he despises you, too, but if you want a dad, that's the deal. And I knew it caused me great ambivalence about the role of men in a family, just how much abuse to tolerate, should children ever, EVER, have to tolerate abuse or neglect, or lack of recognition as who they are? I had my own share of breakdowns, and only once did it interfere with my work, 6 weeks out of work teaching the ones who needed even more from me than I had supposed I had needed from my own parents, but you know, someday the need leaks out, and, plop, you're surrounded by the icy waters of a nervous breakdown and all you can hope for is a quick melt down and back into your own skin.
So, Red, I absolutely hated it when I fell into that great gap of a hugely desparate nervous breakdown, but I had made some paperwork mistakes at my school, which happens, I had been to many more special ed meetings at our school because I was always there at least an hour early, so I was there to be a witness, and I saw plenty of White-Out being used to fix mistakes, but the time I made a mistake, the Guidance Counselor went to the principal, who had never heard about mistakes at the meetings before, and creamed me, and no, I didn't cry, even when he told me that the write up was going into my file, that was a Wednesday, but waited until Friday to have my nervous breakdown, and my muscles started shaking and quivering and by Monday I had to call in sick and got an emergency doctor's visit, and when he saw me and my muscles shaking and my feet couldn't sit still on the floor and my arms shaking all over, and I couldn't stop crying, he gave me prescriptions to get before I left, and told me to call the school and let them know I would be out for at least a month. And during that month I wondered had the Principal felt anything about listening to my assistant when she told him my class needed more crafts, which she was good at having been been a Cub Scout Mom, and so he gave her an hour of my Master's Degree teaching day, or when she told him that my students had a much better lunch having it in my classroom watching children's learning shows, so she could leave them with me and have a double lunch time, and I would have none without the children, and when as a District Multi-Cultural Liason I got a letter from the State Board of Education that we were to teach the Holocaust, and so in my usual sensitive and thoughtful typical method, I designed a unit to cover both primary (K-2) and intermediate (3-5) grades with the literature incorporated for the District Library and our own school library for Multicultural compliance, and my assistant went to the principal and told him I was teaching the "HOLOCAUST" which to me was nothing any worse than teaching the Civil War, it was HISTORY from which we were to have learned a great lesson about prejudice, and perhaps I should not have spoken it, but I did mention that I had a BA with 193 credits in not only my major but a minor, and could have minored in several other areas with but a class or two, 193 credits is a lot, considering it took but 120 for a BA, and all in 3 Summa Cum Laude years, and she had not even a college class at all, and I had la creme de la creme in MA's for students with special needs, the degree that covered almost all special needs, a 54 credit Master's when most only took 30-33 credits, and I felt highly competant, over someone with no college at all in making curriculum decisions, but if for any reason he felt that she was more competant than I, oh, please let me know, I wouldn't want to step on the toes of a greatly experienced and knowledgeable teacher assistant. Yeah, I was about as humbled by my principle as I could get, and you know people who are excessively humbled don't have their creative juices flowing, because they are afraid of criticism, but for my assisant, she had no education, she had a shakey background, working for a principal who would succumb to her assertive nature at a moment's notice, and that's what he got, a faculty of self-important, ego-maniac, eager to pay for all the respect they would like, but not really the research type, in fact, not really the educational type, an easy job for an easy and secure future, the hell with the social change and ethics, man was not born with a mind for social change and morals, we are but a few generations from the Armadillo and they still have not learned how to cross the street...is this our future, that we cannot learn from our past failures, Armadillos, unite, don't listen to that garbage that says that you are an inferior species, because you are not, nor the Humble Possum, who only wants his fair share, I know, because I have watched the Possum in our Florida pond, take care of her nest, but then I only presume it is a female possum, but a soon as I get close enough to distinguish, I shall be the first to let you know !!!
Friday 26 November
By journey7
It's way too easy to condemn anyone who disagrees with the currently PC position. You all need to take a step back and think about what life is like on a daily basis not only for the patients but also for their family caregivers. If all these patient were cooperative (most are not), and always take their meds on the correct schedule (many are not capable of that without direct supervision), and the family can afford adult daycare, homecare, or an out-patient residential program (which are not available everywhere, nor affordable for every family), then state hospitals wouldn't be necessary. When a mentally retarded child grows too large and defiant for aging parents to manage, or if a mentally ill patient becomes a danger to himself and his family or when the parents/family caretakers age beyond their ability to meet the incredible challenges these patients often present, there must be a facility where they can live out their lives.... and it's the responsibility of each state to provide that with your taxes. In addition, while some parents push themselves into physical and financial ruin caring for their child, not every family is willing to do that -- and while the state hospitals were certainly not pleasant places to live, some of the home-care situations were just as cruel & nightmarish if not worse! So be careful when you start judging what was the norm in the past against our politically correct standards of today.
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Sunday 21 November
By Simzee
Hey Killer that's not all AOL does.....AOL also CENSORS comments reguardless of content. AOL, for some reason, refuses to fix problem.
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Monday 22 November
By JGK
I don't usually respond to these blog articles. But, with this one I have to make some comments. I'm a retired nurse with over 35 years in behavioral health. I have seen the treatment for the mentally ill make great strides as well as the nation wide dumping of severly mentally ill patients with no community resources to deal with the situation. The blogger " Red " I have the deepest appreciation for what you are living with able to deal with it. I applaud you. Some of the other comments are from persons who are ignorant about mental illness and will probably alway remain so. They choose not to educate themselves with their computers and then making comments. Some like to wollow in ignorance. There is and old saying about keeping your mouth closed before you say something foolish or opening your mouth and proving your a fool.
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Monday 22 November
By hannah
People in a Psychiatric Hospitals are NOT CALLED "INMATES!"
They are referred to as "Patients!" Inmates are those people
who are in penal institutions. omg
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