It was a gray day. The sun did not shine; it could not pierce the layers of powdery black skies along with the fog. The thick mist that was not really rain, or fog covered the southeastern corner of New Jersey. It was depressing, just like most days in the area surrounding the Overbrook Asylum. On the outside, Overbrook was a welcoming place where patients were treated with care along with respect; the inside was very different. I entered the asylum as a nurse in May of 1910, I was excited to be able to lend a helping hand to the people in need. I always had an interest in what made people tick or to what made people think the way they did. The hospital had provided me a living area for the time I was there. The hospital wanted nurses who were …show more content…
For as long as I worked here I never had a good feeling about the doctor as he would smile at me creepily then inevitably brush my shoulder each time we passed. But, to be a physiatrist in an insane asylum you would almost have to be insane, yourself. As a nurse this is what I thought to myself on the days I had seen Richard and Philippe next to each other. Three months after the men had become acquaintances, Richard along with Philippe went missing one night in the beginning of April, murders across the northeast in Connecticut, New York, including Massachusetts had begun, the next month over one hundred killings had been reported all butchered and dissected. Almost three people a day for over the course of a month, died. All killings suspected the two men of these heinous …show more content…
He simply had depression, along with his depression came his suicidal thoughts. I watched his personal nurse grow depression, along with the man she couldn’t take the constant doubt along with the misery. I began checking on the man on my own time just to keep an eye out. One day I decided to ask him how his day was going. The man looked up from his slouched stance, looking around as if he didn’t know what was happening or who was talking to him. I said hello? In question to see if he was alright, he started shaking at the end of his bed. I approached the man then bent down to look him in the eyes. I noticed one of his hands were shaking, unusually more than the other. I gestured to grab his hand at that moment he flinched moving his hand to his throat. I noticed he had a barber’s razor in his hand, I rapidly grabbed his arm no to mention started to wrestle the man. He slipped causing the man to cut my throat, as I fell to the floor seeing nothing but black and red dots trying to talk, making nothing but gurgling sounds. The man looked to the floor not knowing what he had done. He fell to the floor telling my body to “Wake up! It was an accident, I swear!” He was crying hysterically looking at the razor in his hand. He lifted the razor in the air, blood ran down the length of the razor onto his arm dripping from his elbow; he let his arm fall, as he did, the
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A single drop of deep crimson blood fell onto the pristine, alabaster sink in the home of Thomas Milburn. In his peripheral vision, he could see another one slithering down his cheek into the basin. His hands were shaking again, he had noticed the tremors only yesterday, and yet they were already worsening. He looked down at the silver razor in his hand, the white splotches of cream were now tinted with a red hue. “Damnit,” he said, under his breath.
The Story of the Murderous Doctor “More than 700,000 people die in hospitals each year in the U.S.” (Shmerling). Although it is doctors’ job to save lives, deaths still occur. When in a hospital, the patient’s life lies in the doctor’s hands. Most doctors do everything in their power to make sure that their patients stay alive, of course, there are exceptions for everything. In this case, the patient’s life who ends up in the hands of Michael Swango might not be so lucky.
Although life during the 1800s and early 1900s weren’t all that great, to begin with, compare that to how asylums treated patients during this time, the normal population life should have seen life as a simple breeze in the wind. There is a reason that our first thoughts when thinking of asylums is horror and it’s because of all of the horror shows that actually happen at these areas. Then comes in a place that has a new idea of treating patients, a new of thinking that never had been seen before. A new revolution when it comes to the psychological medical field. Step in Danvers State Hospital.
My fingernails dug so deeply into my palms that red ribbons began to flow from the gashes. “What the – Jay, let’s scram!” Footsteps thundered upon the floorboard as the intruders made their escape. I doubled over, freeing a heavy breath I hadn’t known I was holding.
Resisting the idea of being institutionalized in a psychiatric hospital, Jamison writes, “Mostly, however, I was concerned that if it became public knowledge that I had been hospitalized, my clinical work and
A lecture i attended started off with uneasy jokes about how the mentally ill behave. Dr.Goldberg went on to explain his daily duties of working at a mental hospital and the things he experiences while working there. When an audience member asked how the workers deal with situations where the patients don't take their medicine, Dr.Goldberg laughed and stated something along the lines of “well we just hope and pray they don't kill us.” This specific statement along some other questionable jokes, helped me understand how he viewed his patients in the hospital-stereotypical. However, Dr.Goldberg was able to provide some real life examples of how the mentally ill are dehumanized where he works.
Mental Asylum Day 20 A hear the metal door open and close with a bang. A trembling nurse walks into the room with a barely balancing a glass of water and handful of pills on a tray. The clattering of the glass bounces off the walls. My heart races and voices play in my head. What’s up?
In Ken Kesey’s novel One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey provides a storyline about personal experiences he saw occur in a mental asylum. Ken Kesey worked as a staff member in an insane asylum in Oregon. When he wrote the book, he was providing personal memories about the patients and other workers into a story. The entire novel is about patients that are checked into a mental asylum, and their unwillingness to act against the nurse. Throughout the novel, there is a theme of “manipulation” implied.
In Ken Kesey’s novel, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, focuses on the destruction of the patient’s way of life caused by Nurse Ratched emitting fog to continue running a perfect combine machine, or system, throughout the ward. Nurse Ratched has continued to run a perfect system on the ward, and now that McMurphy is determined to rebel against her, she makes a fog appear to stop rebellious actions from happening. After McMurphy failed to switch the television to the time when the World Series game is on, Nurse Ratched “[switched] the fog machine on” and has began rolling in quickly to where the patients are “lost in it” to feel “safe again” (101). In this particular spot, Kesey provides an image of how the fog affects the patients. The fog prevents
In the drama film, One Flew Over the Cuckoo 's Nest, Patrick McMurphy was moved from a prison farm to a mental institution to get evaluated for his erratic behavior. Upon being transported to the institution, all his assumptions about his new home were completely wrong. The head nurse, Nurse Ratched, has the whole hospital under her control with little to no freedom for the patients. All the inmates at the institution go through rigorous training to become obedient to Nurse Ratched and her strict schedule and rules. The institution was a very controlled environment with the patients having no control over their own life’s while there.
Psychiatric hospitals are proven to provide assistance and treatment to those who live with mental illnesses. The system is designed to take away the suffering, assist in the patient’s recovery, and put them on the path toward good health and a happy life. Although hospitals are supposed to take a certain level of responsibility over a patient; in this ward, the control over the patients are clearly interfering with their well being. In Ken Kesey’s novel, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Nurse Ratched’s suffocating authority and the ward’s power over the patients are exacerbating their illness instead of helping these patients heal, proving that them being mentally ill is a faux. Nurse Ratched controls the men with her therapeutic community.
The effects of mental illness and the treatment of patients in institutions are explored in Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Kesey’s examination reveals the root of the stereotypes and the reinforcement that is built around them. In One Flew over
The slam poem " And the Psych Ward Says" by Anita D is a powerful piece of spoken word that addresses the stigmatization of mental illness and the need for greater understanding and compassion towards those who are struggling with mental health issues. This text informs the audience of the effects that mental health has on its patients, and how most of them end up in asylums that do nothing but heighten their issues. Which the asylums then neglect and make their patient's stay even worse. This poem addresses that the patient only had to stay for three days, but on Monday the worker said that they only operate on business days, so they still had more time to break down the patient.
Screams and cries of insanity can still be heard echoing down the halls of Eastern State as men and women were being hooded in order to leave their cells. The faint cries of children can be heard as they were roaming around half clothed in Pennhurst. The cells in Eastern State were surprisingly accommodating considering the circumstances, but they were not someplace a person would call “home”. Life in either of these facilities was nowhere near enjoyable. If someone was not crazy when admitted they soon would become so.