Mental Institutions Stories Novels & Stories

He said he wanted to help me, so he tried to tell my so-called parents about this. It was no surprise what those two said. They said that it was fine as long as I was not dead. Since then, my life in the mental hospital became a living hell. I was mistreated by everyone, whether it was my wardmates, doctors, or even the cleaners. In just a few years, I aborted seven babies. After I finished speaking, the ward became silent. It was only after a long while that the lead reporter finally spoke up. “Is this why you killed them?

Peeking through his cabin's bedroom window, I saw Troy in bed with another woman. In a moment of psychosis, I set the house ablaze with them inside. Due to my father being a psychologist and his prestige, I was deemed temporarily insane. The slap on the wrist I received was 90 days in a mental institution, and then I was free from jail, but not the prison of my life.

Gary smiled and nodded. "Go ahead." "Well, you know, mentally ill patients were often treated horribly 30 years ago—and even before that. How did this hospital end up in such a small town? Didn’t people oppose it?" Braylon asked. "It was a time when national health programs were being introduced, and mental health was part of that initiative. This hospital was established under that program, and only the government knows why they chose this location for a mental health facility. Despite being in a remote area, we’ve treated many patients over the years, with 95 percent of them being prisoners," Dr. Anderson explained.

And when they got too attached or too demanding or too old which is 30 by the way he’d make them go away. Everyone had heard the stories even if nobody talked about them at charity galas. One girl who’d threatened to go to the press had ended up in a psychiatric facility upstate for “exhaustion.” Another had moved to London very suddenly with a very generous severance package and instructions to never come back.

Due to the beautiful scenery in the background of the pamphlet, Morana became interested in looking at it and reached out her hand to take a closer look. But, what's even more interesting is the fact that the place is a mental health institution.

Gianna's eyebrows immediately furrowed in confusion as she listened to me speak. "Wait hold on. Slow down what are you talking about? Mental institution? Locked up? Can you please explain this because I'm lost." She said causing me to laugh in understanding before speaking up again "Remember how I told you my parents were abusive and cared about literally no one but themselves? Yeah well, here's a great example of that. The ONLY person in my entire life that I can ever say actually showed me true love and care in my life was my aunty Luna. She was the closest person to me, the only person I could trust. And my mother, that fucking bitch literally sent her own- perfectly sane sister to a psyc

Peggy asked with a confused expression. “I think she’s a good person but doesn’t know how to behave or talk. I can beat she is a spoiled brat.” “Ha ha ha… True.” In a local psychiatric hospital in the United States, at Ohia to be precise, was where Doris had registered his wife Bethel. No one would guess and the security there is tight as they have no records of missing patients. The rumors about the place are well known among the people around. They say the only escape is death. They only free dead patients.

“Who were they? And what did they do? ” “ The names no longer exist, of course, and that's why we don't know where they once came from. But you know their stories. I'm only telling you about the last two cases I know. One was an old man who should have been dead by now. He was delusional, mentally ill. He firmly believed that there were small evil spirits hiding in his barn. He'd often listened there at night and heard faint giggles. Nobody wanted to believe him, but for his sake they searched the barn from top to bottom. Of course nothing was found.

I dared to speak when she interrupted me, “There is no need bringing him to the chronicles. We don’t have facilities anymore to cater for the insane. We don’t have financial security anymore. Look at our drainage system, dilapidated and messed up. We don’t have good pipe-borne water for these insane people. Do you know that we barely have enough food that could serve a square meal for these ones…” I shook my head in pity as I stared at the insane inmates of the home, how they wailed and behaved madly like my husband. “Our medical personnel and psychiatrist have all resigned due to non-payment of salary over the months, and this has caused massive morality and loss on our side. Do you know t

Although Matilda had gone to Bellenuite Group, Chad had heard that she had arranged for Celine and John to be in a special intensive care ward. "What happened to them?" Chad asked. Frustrated by Chad's questioning, Matilda retorted, "Don't you have a phone? There's been an outbreak of a contagious mental illness at Bloomington Psychiatric Hospital." Chad's initial reaction was disbelief. How could mental illness spread like an infection? If it were true, it could only be due to a mass hypnotic event occurring in the psychiatric hospital. Such events could sometimes happen in ancient military camps. They could cause many people to collapse and quickly destroy an entire army.