Can Project

It happened in 1970 on a beautiful day in July. That beautiful day with the brisk air and joyful sunshine, unknown to me, would be the last day of freedom for me. Why? You might ask? Well let me tell you a story. I was walking down the street to get my groceries like I did every Tuesday but this Tuesday I was having a terrible headache and it was so bad it was hard for me to concentrate on anything at all. Well I continued through out my day anyways. As I approached the store I got this sharp pain in the side of my head, so naturally I clenched my head and shouted to the heavens, "OH LORD!!!!" and then everything went black, my world turned to darkness I couldn’t see or feel anything.

When I awoke and opened my eyes I found myself in a small room with a bunk bed that was bolted down firmly as I turned and scanned the room I noticed it's blah color. It was quite depressing. As I continued to turn I noticed I wasn’t alone! I saw a shadow behind the bunk beds. I went over to it cautiously taking each step as if it was my last, I slowly peaked around the bunk bed and saw a scared man who when I looked into his eyes it was as if I was a demon coming to eat him! He looked as though he was all alone and petrified of anything that was outside of the normal routine. I later learned his name was tom and he was a man who had been taken to this so-called "mental institution" that had quite normal people in it. So here begins my story of entrapment and unfair judgment.

Apparently when I fell to the ground that day, all the people called the emergency response team and they diagnosed me with "craziness" but I knew I wasn’t. So hear I am in this loony bin that has almost no loon's in it. Well the first day I was pleading to the doctors to let me go because I was not crazy in anyway what so ever. After hours and hours of arguing it was clear they would not let me go and had there minds set on the lie that I was crazy. As time went on it got more and more boring in my room, but I began to deal with the boredom more and more effectively. But no matter how confined they kept me I found ways to show my colors and shine out of the rest of the residents. It wasn’t till the second week things started to get inhumane; they took tom away for over 6 hours on Thursday. When he came back he had burn marks on his wrist, which puzzled me and scared me, actually it petrified me. That night all I could think about is what they had done to him? Just a couple weeks later I found out what they had done to him! They had shocked him in their "studies".

Time went by and I had been in this place for about a year now and I had experienced the electric shock quizzes, the pill testing, the mind exploring, the down right inhumane things they do to us on a daily bases. After two years I began to lose hope that I would ever get out and that I would ever enjoy a cool drink of water on a hot summers day, or the warmth of a jacket in the snowy winter. I began to miss the hope of seeing rain and flowers and just the wonderful smell of cooking in the kitchen. I began to miss freedom. I held onto memories of sweating and eating and rolling in the snow or grass and I hold on to one memory the most, and that is the memory of smiling. In this place there was nothing to smile at nothing to enjoy nothing to love or excite over. After eight years I had lost all hope and my life plunged into total darkness. Every night I would find myself weeping over the lost time and the enjoyment I had lost and the hope the drive to live that I had lost.

On the ninth year I was there I was in my room thinking about my life before I was taking and imprisoned, but as I was thinking doctor Gordon or doctor hairless as we liked to call him because he had not hair at all besides the bush eyebrows he was so proud of. Well he came for me and told me to fallow him so I did knowing the consequences of not going would be worse than anything they would do to me. He took me into a small room with just one chair in the middle it had straps on the arms of the chair. He sat me down and it felt just like the electrical tests they had done on me before, I over heard another doctor say to Dr. Gordon, "lets take it to a new level!" so there I was sweating more than a sick pig and I could get a hold of my fears, the room filled with evil spirits and creatures so dark and evil that words cant describe. My mind went wild and my fears branched out into reality. I slowly began to feel a pinch in my back and wrist and then I went dark forever.



<............Records show that patent 1517 died in his room from hanging himself due to lack of medication and chronic depression..... He was clearly in chronic depression from the moment he arrived and the patient was checked into this institution for nine and a half years................>