Jan
2
2013
The Many Locked Doors
Author: siggyWhat I remember about Greystone (going back forty years) is the locked doors. Each one led to another dismal ward. Of course, I did not have any of the keys. I had no freedom. Everything was taken away from me. I was told when to get up, when to eat and what medications I had to take. In those days when you were in a manic state they always pumped you up with Thorazine, which was a real “downer”. It felt like punishment. It was not even my fault. Almost all the drugs to treat bipolar disorder now did not exist then. I remember very well having almost all my civil rights taken away from me. There was not even a phone on the ward. I needed special permission to go downstairs and make a call. I was treated like a prisoner. Those were some of the memories I had of my hospitalization.