“We sat in good silence, for me relieved silence, watching the thick rush-hour traffic and the jammed streetcars -- all leaving us behind, leaving me feeling cast off and useless, remembering when I too hate somewhere to go, something to do.” PovertyMental HealthWelfareStigma Book:Upstairs In The Crazy House: The Life Of A Psychiatric Survivor Source: Upstairs In The Crazy House: The Life Of A Psychiatric Survivor
“The first person to really speak to me was Andy, which was lucky, since he was the least crazy. He stank, but I suspected I did too. I never took off my clothes, always ready for fight or flight, needing to feel a little armoured. Deodorant was a luxury I couldn't afford, and I wasn't about to attempt a bath in a room that didn't lock, and which was always in high demand. Not to mention that there was no plug for the tub, or hand soap, or towels, or curtain, or mat.” PovertyMental HealthStigma Book:Upstairs In The Crazy House: The Life Of A Psychiatric Survivor Source: Upstairs In The Crazy House: The Life Of A Psychiatric Survivor