It was my first time in a psychiatric facility,
And medical Internship was bound to be interesting. Being just a new visitor there(thankfully), I met with the good doctor in charge and received the official tour from a staff nurse: offices, cafeteria, group sessions, all as one would expect, then she stopped by one of therapeutic rooms, allowing me to peek inside.Everyone in the room seemed engaged in some activity:board games, television, and conversation but then there was her –— middle-aged, sun-reddened skin, shoulder length dirty blond hair; she was sadly involved in the business of looking at nothing in particular.
"That's "Rosie" ", my guide began with a smile "she has an interesting story, she is one of our Greyhound therapy cases".
Apparently aware that I was ignorant of the reference, she grew more serious in her elaboration: "That's when the family puts the patient on a bus one-way and says 'forget who we are' "
