This is a picture of Fallsington, the cottage I moved to from the Durham Unit. As you can see the grass is over grown and this was after the state shut the school down. Fallsington was for older boys and why I was moved there instead of Croydon (Durham was for younger boys, Croydon was the next step up, then Fallsington) is a story I don't wish to talk about I'm a little embarrased about it but will briefly mention it anyway. First let me refresh the readers memory that I came from North Western (Psych. Hospital) and it was very strict there and safe. My 2 years there even though I hated it, I got use to it. When I arrived at ESSH, Durham cottage was my unit. I soon found out that often times on the weekend some cottages would shut down due to lack of staff. This happen because some kids went on homevisit and the staff ratio was out of wack. (this I think was the cause of my hatred of moving, to this day I hate moving and the staff had a nick name for me, "on the road again") Anyway, my first weekend at Croydon was awful, these kids were loud, pain in the ass, no respect for anybody what so ever. All I can say is the cottage was hell for me, atleast compared to what I was use to! (I will go into detail in future postings) I don't remember how long in I was before I was called into the office, I was told I was being moved to Croydon because I was too young to go to Fallsington. Well this didn't go over well for me to say the least. At first I asked why, and from there I was crying my eyes out, it was the only thing I could do and kept asking why I couldn't move to fallsington. Well this went on for atleast 2hrs, finally they gave in and I was moved to Fallsington where my good friend Joe K. was staying. It's not that I feared for my safety at Croydon, it was the atmosphere, the kids that were there, were just plain bastards.....For 11/12 year old kid I did more than well at Fallsington, I arrived with no problems, Joe showed me around, and I felt at home there.....One of the reasons why I did so well there was because of my maturity level at such a young age.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
My Move to Fallsington
This is a picture of Fallsington, the cottage I moved to from the Durham Unit. As you can see the grass is over grown and this was after the state shut the school down. Fallsington was for older boys and why I was moved there instead of Croydon (Durham was for younger boys, Croydon was the next step up, then Fallsington) is a story I don't wish to talk about I'm a little embarrased about it but will briefly mention it anyway. First let me refresh the readers memory that I came from North Western (Psych. Hospital) and it was very strict there and safe. My 2 years there even though I hated it, I got use to it. When I arrived at ESSH, Durham cottage was my unit. I soon found out that often times on the weekend some cottages would shut down due to lack of staff. This happen because some kids went on homevisit and the staff ratio was out of wack. (this I think was the cause of my hatred of moving, to this day I hate moving and the staff had a nick name for me, "on the road again") Anyway, my first weekend at Croydon was awful, these kids were loud, pain in the ass, no respect for anybody what so ever. All I can say is the cottage was hell for me, atleast compared to what I was use to! (I will go into detail in future postings) I don't remember how long in I was before I was called into the office, I was told I was being moved to Croydon because I was too young to go to Fallsington. Well this didn't go over well for me to say the least. At first I asked why, and from there I was crying my eyes out, it was the only thing I could do and kept asking why I couldn't move to fallsington. Well this went on for atleast 2hrs, finally they gave in and I was moved to Fallsington where my good friend Joe K. was staying. It's not that I feared for my safety at Croydon, it was the atmosphere, the kids that were there, were just plain bastards.....For 11/12 year old kid I did more than well at Fallsington, I arrived with no problems, Joe showed me around, and I felt at home there.....One of the reasons why I did so well there was because of my maturity level at such a young age.
Monday, May 3, 2010
My first day and seeing an old face...
I don't know why I can remember the details of my first day but forget dates and names. If I knew the names that would help out a great deal in searching for my friends, although I do remember some of them.
I remember leaving North Western Institute of Psychiatry (after a 2 year stay), I said my good byes, and my DHS worker drove me to ESSH. It was a nice day out, had to be Spring or early summer. I was scared, as I've always was after all I did develop friendships and I was being forced to move once again. I remember what scared me move than being moved, it was the name of the place, my worker told me as we were in the car. The name State and hospital put all sorts of bad thoughts into my head, I was thinking to myself, what did you get yourself into this time? How am I going to get out of this, I had no family or friends outside the institutions to run to, where would I go? Before I came up with an answer I was on ESSH property.
I remember entering the main building and being greeted by a few security guards who showed me and my social worker to the proper office (admissions) shortly after that I was escorted to my new home (Durham Cottage) for young boys, it was shortly before lunch time and the cottage was in the middle of quiet time. I was in the office answering questions meeting with the cottage's director, and all of a sudden I heard a loud noice of people running and yelling headed toward the kitchen (it was lunch time and the food was delivered to the cottage for whatever reason that day, instead of being eatten in the cafeteria). I asked the staff are they always this loud? She answered, "it's lunch" She asked them to calm down and I remember her telling the kids, you boys want to know what Michael just said? He asked if you were always this loud, so maybe you can take a hint and lower your volume. (I'm thinking to myself, what is this lady doing, it's my first day and I'm going to get my butt kicked, but I didn't after all)
The place I previously came from North Western, was a very controlling institution and I wasn't use to so much freedom and acting out by others, so it was a big shock to me!
My first night there I was pretty scared, so much noice, a few kids talking back to staff, which I've seen before but not to this degree. I was a fish out of water! I didn't sleep well that night, I had my own room which helped a little as I didn't trust anybody yet. The morning came, it was a little hectic, but I didn't make any trouble and listened to the staff when I was told to wake up.
The Cafeteria was a short walk away from the cottage, I was little nervouse not knowing what to expect, I walked in and to the right of me I heard a voice, "hey Mike how's it going?" It was my old friend Joe K., we both did time at Northwestern, I left shortly after he did, but seeing Joe again I was happy. Joe and I been through a lot and knowing he was there to made things a lot easier. Joe was a little older than I was, had a pretty crappy life like me, but we got along great.
I've never seen this guy break down and cry, at North Western that was a normal thing. I think Joe gave up early on in life and the only thing he had left was the fight, thus he didn't give in and never cried, (acted up time to time, but thats it). I always looked up to him because he was tough, nothing seem to bother him and I wanted to be like that!
I remember leaving North Western Institute of Psychiatry (after a 2 year stay), I said my good byes, and my DHS worker drove me to ESSH. It was a nice day out, had to be Spring or early summer. I was scared, as I've always was after all I did develop friendships and I was being forced to move once again. I remember what scared me move than being moved, it was the name of the place, my worker told me as we were in the car. The name State and hospital put all sorts of bad thoughts into my head, I was thinking to myself, what did you get yourself into this time? How am I going to get out of this, I had no family or friends outside the institutions to run to, where would I go? Before I came up with an answer I was on ESSH property.
I remember entering the main building and being greeted by a few security guards who showed me and my social worker to the proper office (admissions) shortly after that I was escorted to my new home (Durham Cottage) for young boys, it was shortly before lunch time and the cottage was in the middle of quiet time. I was in the office answering questions meeting with the cottage's director, and all of a sudden I heard a loud noice of people running and yelling headed toward the kitchen (it was lunch time and the food was delivered to the cottage for whatever reason that day, instead of being eatten in the cafeteria). I asked the staff are they always this loud? She answered, "it's lunch" She asked them to calm down and I remember her telling the kids, you boys want to know what Michael just said? He asked if you were always this loud, so maybe you can take a hint and lower your volume. (I'm thinking to myself, what is this lady doing, it's my first day and I'm going to get my butt kicked, but I didn't after all)
The place I previously came from North Western, was a very controlling institution and I wasn't use to so much freedom and acting out by others, so it was a big shock to me!
My first night there I was pretty scared, so much noice, a few kids talking back to staff, which I've seen before but not to this degree. I was a fish out of water! I didn't sleep well that night, I had my own room which helped a little as I didn't trust anybody yet. The morning came, it was a little hectic, but I didn't make any trouble and listened to the staff when I was told to wake up.
The Cafeteria was a short walk away from the cottage, I was little nervouse not knowing what to expect, I walked in and to the right of me I heard a voice, "hey Mike how's it going?" It was my old friend Joe K., we both did time at Northwestern, I left shortly after he did, but seeing Joe again I was happy. Joe and I been through a lot and knowing he was there to made things a lot easier. Joe was a little older than I was, had a pretty crappy life like me, but we got along great.
I've never seen this guy break down and cry, at North Western that was a normal thing. I think Joe gave up early on in life and the only thing he had left was the fight, thus he didn't give in and never cried, (acted up time to time, but thats it). I always looked up to him because he was tough, nothing seem to bother him and I wanted to be like that!
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Canteen
Please excuse the caption below the picture.... This was known as the canteen and the place to go on Friday's if it was your night to go. My old girlfriend (Janet) was in Unit 3 I was in Fallsington, a few times a month we were able to meet up there if our behavior allowed it. There use to be a pool table as well as a few arcade games, I remember one incident where a client went crazy and started throwing pool balls, I later found out this was a ploy to catch the staff's attention in order for another client to run away. I remember like it was yesterday, one girl got hit, I was near the kid who was throwing the pool balls, it was such a shock to me I froze. Before the staff could do anything he fell to the floor and faked a seizure.....
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