Reality hit when the matron showed Ellen to her room. Though the sanitarium was on a beautiful estate with park-like grounds, Ellen hadn’t given thought to the high brick wall, surrounding it. As the matron showed her to her room in an annex to the main building, she found none of the luxury she expected. She found an unmade narrow bed with folded white cotton linens, two cotton blankets, and one pillow. The only furnishings were the bed, a writing table and chair, and a four-drawer chest. A small closet had six hangers attached to the rod. The window had ornate metal bars. To add insult to injury, the communal bathroom and showers at the end of the hall served the twelve rooms in her buildings. She’d have her meals in the dining room when the bell rang at seven a.m., twelve noon, and six p.m.
Ellen was furious! Though Charles had told her she was going away for rest and relaxation, she constructed a luxurious resort and spa in her mind. This was an asylum for the insane, even though she had no clue it was a far cry from the typical state hospital.
She raged at the matron, “This is a crime! I am not crazy! Call my husband to get me out of here. I was tricked!”
“You are not helping yourself,” the matron told her firmly. You are here to recover. The doctor will see you in the morning. Get your bed made, put your things away, and you can rest till the bell rings for dinner. The other patients will show you to the cafeteria. In the morning…..”
Ellen came totally undone screaming at the matron. “Make my bed! Make my bed! I’ve never made a bed in my life, you crazy bitch! Let me out of here!” She flew at the stalwart woman and found herself lying on the floor. Two attendants stepped in and strapped her to the bed.
The matron remarked, “Mrs. Evans, you aren’t helping yourself. Someone will be back to check on you later.” She left Ellen thrashing and screaming. The attendants followed, taking the bed linens and furniture with them.
Ooooh, I am sure Ellen is really mad about this. I have a few posts to catch up on but have saved them all.
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Good. Hope they make sense.
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It is difficult to imagine a happy ending at this stage.
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Sure is.
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Sure is.
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Sad
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Oh my, reality bites deep !
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Now that we have enough Ellen safely tucked away in the asylum, can we get back to Charlie? Love you and your stories my friend.
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Thanks, Vicky. Check out my new book onn Amazon, Just Women Getting By
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This is great writing but the story is deeply disturbing.
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Especially knowing things like this really happen.
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Yes.
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YIKES. You really know how to tell a tale, Linda. Looking forward to the next part. I hope Charley is doing okay. Enjoying this as I enjoy all your offerings. xo
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Thank you.
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Getting tense Linda.. xx
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Thanks, just posted another.
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This is getting serious now 😳
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This is interesting. I wonder how long it will take her to settle down. A good installment, Linda. —– Suzanne.
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Be careful what you wish for!
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Wow, that’s hard! That’s really hard. What year was that, Linda?
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1942, psychiatric hospitals could be more like warehouses.
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Oh, I see now! That wasn’t a luxury vacation for sure!!
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No. It just got her out of the house. The use of lithium carbonate became widespread, there was no treatment for bipolar disease than admission to a protection setting. The protection was mostly for the family’s pride.
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Yes, for sure! It was a shame to have an insaine person in the house. So sad because that made things even worse for the patient.
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Even as recently as when I went to school, people kept heir children with Down’s Yndrome out of the public eye, or institutionalized them for the “good” of the family.
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That’s so sad that they don’t understand. Often it is not society who discriminates but the people themselves do that!
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You are so right about that.
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💖💖
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I had built it up in my head as a spa too!!! Took me by surprise. She won’t be spoiled here.
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No, God help her!
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I’m really enjoying this story!
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Thanks.
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Ouch.
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I hope this isn’t too hard for you to read.
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No worries, thanks for your kind thought.
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I think of your mother often.
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Now she realises…
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It is sad.
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