Mental Institutions Stories Novels & Stories

- And why is that, if you could tell me? Following this man how he steps outside his own house to help us make an entrance to a woman that is a stranger to us made me admire him. - You see, Carmen is a person with so many issues, unsolved yet. She was institutionalized for a year. - Really? - Really. The doctors tried so hard to bring her on the bright side and they almost did it, only that when she came again to these places her sanity suffered a regress. - I am sorry to hear that, but there isn’t any possible way we could talk to her. I mean, I present you Corrine; she is a psychologist. So maybe…

What kind of investigations, Vivienne asked, though some cold, sinking part of her already suspected the answer. Neglect, Reyes said grimly, scanning the summary. Abuse allegations, multiple substantiated cases, eventually leading to the facility's closure and a wrongful-death lawsuit involving at least one resident. He looked up, something heavy in his expression. If our Handler was fourteen around the time this photograph was taken, and the timeline matches Cedarbrook's final years of operation, he may have lived through exactly the kind of institutional failure that would leave someone extraordinarily vulnerable to a man like Whitmore, patiently searching for exactly that kind of wound.

Kathryn Rodriguez opened the door, looked at Nha Dinh's struggling figure, and smiled happily. Every day, the doctors came to inject her with sedatives, every time she resisted, she would take strong measures to punish her. A few weeks later, a group of people walked into the room she was lying in, injected her with sedatives, and took her away. When she woke up, she was in this mental institution, going crazy every day. The things she repeatedly encountered, certainly not by chance! In order to be at peace, Helena Williams pretended to be crazy to fool everyone, but she couldn't get past Kathryn Rodriguez...

Fortunately, I had done this before. Back then when my family sent me to mental institution to hide that shame of me being pregnant out of wedlock. The hospital belonged to Cage Industries and they could do anything to hurt me. There were countless times I had tried to run away. I had pulled needles out from my body. I had broken glasses to cut the strap on my hands and legs. I had even tried to end my life. Not the best decision of course. But carrying a baby in my belly, I had persevered to live for my baby boy. He was innocent and did not deserve such life being trapped in the mental institution.

-Actually, yes, but I would never say it out loud; I didn't want any trouble. I apologize, Mrs. Taylor; I did not mean to disrespect you in any way, I replied politely. Mrs. Taylor returned to her desk, muttering something unwillingly. At first glance, this place looked like an ordinary boarding school, but it wasn't. The Ashwood Institute was an experimental psychiatric hospital that had mostly young patients who suffered from some kind of disorder. The floors were categorized by levels of disorder: from mild, medium to severe.

"Hi, I am Amber a general manager here and she is Doctor Esther together with doctor Felisa and doctor Chloe, right now we want to ask a few questions about Malia" "What about her?" The mother said. "Well this is the right time to ask you both about her mental illness, the institution is not here so maybe we can freely talk" I said and then I can see it bothers them right away. "She has a mental illness that is why they, they let us put her there" "They? Who?"

Being betrayed by one of his own tended to ratchet his paranoia to an “eleven.” Fucking Carl Gallow, that bastard. The entire asylum smelled of terror and death. He knew what happened in this facility during and right after Katrina. A lot of places—jails, asylums, and slums, mostly—were abandoned by those charged with keeping people in such places safe. He saw first-hand how people were treated by those with power again and again during his different tours of duty.

Antonio, despite his confusion, continued to follow her. The nurse took Antonio on a tour of the institution and explained everything to him along the way. They did not have to go for very long before they reached the particular room where some of their patients were being placed. The nurse stated that the patients with the most severe cases of PTSD and previous traumatic experiences were housed at the furthest corner of the facility. These patients become violent to the point where they tend to get hostile toward others or even themselves, and sometimes they even hurt themselves.

She reminded them in case they had forgotten. "We know about that, but we are here anyway because we have a feeling she must be alive somewhere," Jas insisted. After thinking for a while, he asked, "You don't have a missing case?" "Like a patient disappearing out of thin air?" It might be possible that she disappeared. It was normal for mentally handicapped patients to run away and never be found again. It was also normal that nurses never reported missing cases because, most of the time, they were the ones to blame.

I knew exactly why she shuddered Winterhaven with something that he didn't even want to think about, let alone health impossible extended family members in. Winter Haven was where all the criminally insane were held. It was as close to an actual sanatarium or insane asylum that was legally possible. Basically, it was nothing more than a jail for people who were held mentally incompetent to stand trial. He had actually had to go there a few times to deal with cases. It was not something that he ever wanted to do again. The things that he managed to see while he was there still caused a few bad dreams. Winter Haven was basically nothing more than what you would expect from a nightmare.