My name is Alice Shaman. I am a white 25-year-old female with long red curls, brown eyes, and an ocean of freckles on my face. I was happily married to my husband and have two wonderful children. You may ask why I have voluntarily left my family behind for a mental hospital. Well, I heard how they were treating their patients. They were tortured, abused, and were overall treated extremely poorly, so I decided to go undercover as a patient to expose them. I kept a journal detailing all the torment and abuse when I got inside the hospital. When I checked into the mental hospital it was in 1896. The hospital I was itted to was named Hunter Hospital, when I was 20 this is where my story began.
Day 1: At around 5:30 am, I had officially been moved into the mental hospital using the assumed name Maple Turman. They immediately took me to the mess hall where nine officers were placed, making sure we didn't harm ourselves or others. We were served pancakes that had bugs in them, eggs that were served right out of the shell not cooked due to how old they were, moldy toast, accompanied with old apple juice that tasted so sour, I quivered.
At 7:30 am they moved us to a different room called the “painting” room, although they had no paintbrushes in the room to use, so we were forced to use our fingers. They had all sorts of games and coloring pages so we didn't get bored.
Noontime came for us and it was lunchtime. We were sent to the mess hall for lunch. We were given some spaghetti, which was partially undercooked, with white bread that was so rock hard, one could easily chip a tooth. They gave us murky water to wash down all the disgusting food.
At two pm they took us to the washroom and gave us five minutes to clean up and do what we had to do. The girls rushed so they could take their showers, but I stayed back because I had already taken one at four that morning. After the shower, we did group therapy in one of the rooms nearby. While the session was going on, a few of us were taken out and brought to another room. They called it “the secret room.” The room was soundproofed, there was not one echo to be heard inside the room. They had tables that had straps on them to hold us down and restrain us and on the surgical tray they had an old chewed-up belt. Besides the strapped tables, there were clinical instruments on a tray that looked overused and some were broken. There wasn’t much I could do, fighting was impossible, with the officers’ grip on my arm. When they started to strap me down and cover my mouth with the chewed belt that still had the person before me drool and saliva on it. Then panic started setting in, I screamed and yelled trying to get out even though they were very muffled by the old chewed-up belt. They only tightened the straps as they took the shockers and put them on my temples. I screamed as the pain of the electricity coursed throughout my body. I could feel the painful tightening of my muscles each time they shocked me. I don’t know how long I was in there, but my voice had become so hoarse from all the yelling that all that was left was a harsh whisper. When they were done they wheeled me out to the “movie theater”. It was a place that had a television with nothing on, but some would laugh at it as if there was a movie playing.
It hit six pm and we were handed our last meal of the day. Today’s meal was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with milk that had already ed its expiration date. The bread was hard as a rock, the peanut butter was very water and had a bitter taste to it, and the jelly tasted tart and had some type of fuzz on it. Despite all of that, I was hungry after today’s events so I ate and drank what was handed to me even though I gagged the whole time.
At seven pm we were handed our antipsychotic pills and later at seven thirty pm, we watched a small cartoon until 8 pm. Then we were led to our rooms and were told to sleep no matter what happened. We didn’t even have beds to sleep on so we slept on the cold hard concrete floor, but at least we had some blankets… although they were old and torn like a dog had used them as a chew toy. Well this is goodnight for now I will write when I get the chance.
(there will be more but only if you guys want to know what happens or something like that. The inspiration picture is a hair dryer)
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