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Add a row of heavy wooden chairs with arms; all along the window walls; and see the women sitting in them.. slumped, dazed with drugs or dementia, wearing cotton shifts with a slightly scooped neckline that had sort ties at the back of the neck for closures. They were in pastel shades of blue, green, pink, maybe yellow. Worn with many harsh launderings. Sometimes torn, sometimes, not enough to go around. Shoes were slip on type sneakers. It was hard to match up pairs. Harder to find pairs that fit the women. They often shuffled to keep over-sized shoes on their feet.. or kicked them off and walked around barefoot.
One of my jobs on rotation was to help with treatments. Not psychiatric, I don't think anyone got anything more than a drug prescription written in their chart for that. I'm not sure if the psychiatrist ever did more than repeat the drug unless the patient was acting out violently. Treatments were for injuries from fights, or from hurting themselves, or for the leg ulcers on the older women who sat in chairs all day, except when they walked to the dining room and back, and up and down the stairs to and from the dormitories. I cut away the soiled gauze from the day before, bathed their legs, soaked the dried seepage away, patted them dry, applied an ointment and wrapped them in gauze again.
I would love to hear more of your stories, please feel free to e mail me with anything you may think of,as sad as your stories were, I would love to hear more about Byberry's history.
Your'e a mother allright.
What I meant to say, "to a mother blah blah" is I think your suggestion of bringing troubled kids to a place like that to "scare them straight" is sick, far sicker than any other conversation on here, especially the ones you are attacking.