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As the night nurse let me into the ward the noise hit me like something from Hell. He closed the door behind me and I wandered further into the ward. A group of the mentally insane surrounded me wanting to shake my hand to touch me yelling various greetings as I walk past them to the nurse's office. The male nurse gruffly told them to shove off and they disbursed out of sight. Got to keep them in order he said gathering his things. As long as you are here I can go he said. He left and the door shut behind him. One by one the patients came to the door and stared and smiled or grinned weirdly. I spoke to them and walked around the ward one or two followed me down the passageway as I walked past dormitories with unmade beds and the smell of ***** and bodies. One of the patients touched my sleeve nervously. We make the beds he said me and Gough. He followed me back to the ward muttering news of this and that and in his eyes saw emptiness and vacant spaces and sighed seeing that in many of their faces.
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Mental Asylum First Day 1975
As the night nurse let me into the ward the noise hit me like something from Hell. He closed the door behind me and I wandered further into the ward. A group of the mentally insane surrounded me wanting to shake my hand to touch me yelling various greetings as I walk past them to the nurse's office. The male nurse gruffly told them to shove off and they disbursed out of sight. Got to keep them in order he said gathering his things. As long as you are here I can go he said. He left and the door shut behind him. One by one the patients came to the door and stared and smiled or grinned weirdly. I spoke to them and walked around the ward one or two followed me down the passageway as I walked past dormitories with unmade beds and the smell of ***** and bodies. One of the patients touched my sleeve nervously. We make the beds he said me and Gough. He followed me back to the ward muttering news of this and that and in his eyes saw emptiness and vacant spaces and sighed seeing that in many of their faces.
TerryCollett
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
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