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Horror in the mental institutions is based on a true story. It’s looking into the life of the author who is a schizoaffective person with a mental illness and a substances abuse disorder. She wanted to escape from the voices in her head to a sane lifestyle. While being incompetent she gets in trouble with the law. When she couldn’t grasp life for what it was she became displaced from everything around her, including her family and friends. You would have to have been there to visualize and to go inside the mind to the things that happen in her state of mind. You would have to be in the institutions to know the type of treatment that took place while her stay there. Horror in the mental institutions is a book like no other. When I look at horror I look at fear. I look at the purpose which god has lead me to and for what reason? I look at going into the mind of another and trying to figure out what happen, why, and what went wrong.from the prison within the walls of the prison that caused me to loose my sanity and to live alone in my mind with the dead that lived underneath the grounds

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Publié par	AuthorHouse
Date de parution	08 janvier 2007
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781468530599
Langue	English

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Horror in the Mental Institutions

Evette Smith

AuthorHouse™
1663 Liberty Drive
Bloomington, IN 47403
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Phone: 833-262-8899

© 2009 Evette Smith. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/19/2022

ISBN: 978-1-4259-8325-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4685-3059-9 (e)

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Contents
Chapter One
Terrified Moment
Chapter Two
A Sleepless Night
Chapter Three
Testing the Waters
Chapter Four
The dead lived within
Chapter Five
Competent
Chapter Six
Just what the doctor ordered
Chapter Seven
Wing stage one
Chapter Eight
Effects of a Schizoaffective
Chapter Nine
Basic method to a breakdown
Chapter Ten
Dare to defeat my illness
Chapter Eleven
Miracles can happen
Chapter Twelve
Hope has power
Chapter Thirteen
Living the stable life

Chapter One
Terrified Moment
It all started when I was sent to prison in 1989, to a women’s correctional facility. The judge sentenced me to five years on a theft charge and I was revocated on an old probation case, which was easy enough for the system to do. On the long ride to the prison I cried for fear that I wouldn’t see my family again. This prison was like a college campus with separate buildings each on an old Indian reservation ground where grave yards were lying underneath the buildings. I went through this big office room and then through another room, there was a metal detector, and a rest room. The lady guard took my bags, checked all my belongings in that I had on me and gave me a slip to sign. I signed the slip, and then she tells me to take off my shoes, socks, and clothes. I was then told too go through the metal detector, stand there for a minute squat and then turn around.
After she was done with me I was given a green sweat suit to wear and a change of clothing with white tennis shoes for the next day. I waited on two other girls and was sent up to Adam Hall. When I got there I looked around and up at the sky, it looked dull hadn’t thought anything of it. A male officer greeted me at the door; he was wearing a name tag which read Mr. Bone, he was very tall, ugly, and kind of scary looking. It only sent a little chill through my spine. I was given a room and was placed there before supper time. I was pretty tired, it was a long ride and it was beginning to be late in the evening six o’clock and supper time.
I was told that the buildings were built on top of the dead on the way to supper by over hearing a conversation of two women on the walk way. How freaked out and scary I became. After going through intake I thought it would be okay, I was furious, all I could see was the barbwire fence around the living place, the site from afar, the high tower, and the guard at gun point. It didn’t frighten me that I was in prison, and that there were dead people underneath me until something happened in my room. It was coming through the walls; it was an annoying sound that freaked me out. There were some writings on the wall. I thought nothing of it.
There were other women here that nothing seemed to bother. I observed but not had contact with these women. I went down to meals, which was a walk from one building to the next, approximately two blocks away. I felt comfortable talking with and socializing with them other women… then all of a sudden something startled me. I stood up and hit this girl upside the head on the walk to supper. I don’t know what happen, something struck my mind and the power in my hand drew to punch the girl.
I could hear everyone yelling and screaming. That didn’t move me, I looked mean, tuft, and strong. The impression on my face would scar a pit bull, but maybe because of the dead living underneath is what I was starting to believe. I then went down in Gower segregation and stayed for three months until one of the psycho doctors were too see me. This guy came; he was a very tall strange looking man by the name of Mark Suski. They called him in he talked with me and asked me, “Why did I hit the girl.” I recall him saying her name to be Jennifer. I then said, “Mr. Suski I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I didn’t know what had come over me. All I knew at this time was that I was a ways from home and very frighten by the people here. Mr. suski then told me that he thought he should prescribe me something, something that would make me relax, feel more calm and then I was allowed to return back into population. Thirty days went by I was sent back to population and put in the same room. It seemed to be fine. The jailers always came to let me out for fresh air. I was a bit paranoid of being in a room that they had a key too and I couldn’t get out unless they let me. One of the ladies came to the door at five forty, catered me my medication, I took them and stayed back from any activity. She was a scrub little woman with big bust and she looked as if her hormones were jumping out of her face. I knew that I needed to try and relax for that was the doctor’s orders.
I then thought that I should read my bible for awhile, that maybe God could get me out right away. You can’t believe how well I believed in God. I hadn’t realized yet that I was still here at this place. After reading my bible for an hour I started to get a little drowsy from the Hal do. I lay down on the bed; I couldn’t stay still from my anxieties. It wouldn’t let me lay there, all I could see was healter skelter all around the room, written on the wall and head board of the bed. Some type of power came over me. I jumped up… I started to do some type of dance movement, some type of gang sign relations, as if I was a gang member.
All I could see was my brother during this adoration, come to find out later on that my brother was jumped by about ten guys in Chicago. They had bats and beat him while he was taking his girlfriend home. He was afterwards hospitalized for a week or so. I snapped, I ran the room surrounded me, claustrophobia had closed me in. I couldn’t get out; helter skelter was going to get me. I took my fist and bashed it into the window, screaming very loud; crying from what had attacked me. I then heard the keys open to the door of my room. I was explaining to the lady that came to the door to let me out. Let me out! She then radio down to the main gate and someone came to escort me away. My hand was bleeding. The scoundrel looking man tied a piece of cloth around my hand and we got in a little truck and went off to the same place were I seen Mr. Suski. He came to see me right away after hearing about my incident.
I thought these people were trying to hurt me. They looked strange, talked schemer and were blurry and funny looking to me. The next thing I know this scrub comes in and undresses me. I didn’t realize I was much sedated off of the medication. I was in a room with a big grating strong door to it, with a little window tied to the bed with no clothes on. It was near supper time a lady brought me my supper and fed it to me there was insects crawling on the floor. I couldn’t see why I couldn’t feed myself I wasn’t handicap until I came to this place… that is. The nurse brought in my medication after supper. I didn’t care what I should take. I took it and dozed off. When I woke up this guy was standing at the little window watching me.
He looked in on me then another. I could hear them laughing and talking, I thought something was wrong with me maybe it wasn’t me maybe it was them. What was so damn funny? I scream at the top of my lounges, I want out of hear! Let me out. Being sedated off of the medication I nodded out still naked and freezing cold. I couldn’t think of how terrible it was, until I pulled myself together. The psychologist came in to see me and said that he was referring me to a mental institution. I didn’t care and I didn’t understand what he was saying so I went along. I couldn’t even remember if I had children or family at this time. I felt like the walls were closing in on me and some monster was out to get me. I was being attacked by something. A nurse came in got me dressed and they chained my hands and feet. They put me in the van and off we were.
On the way to the drive to the mental institution I felt a little relieved. I felt a little different as I watch out to the sky I then began to see pictures of my children, my sister’s, my mom and brother’s. The ride wasn’t two far away. I could see farmers and houses far apart from one another and lots of trees on this journey. When I arrived at the mental institution I did not know what to expect, very frighten of the unknown and what I had been through. The guards unshackled my hands and feet, they took me inside this brick building which was secured, a key to the elevator, a key to the door.
I was watching in case I needed to get away from the dead people from the prison grounds or the psycho doctors.
All I could think of is psychos yelling their sick, their sick ass doctors. I get in the middle section of this room were I c