I dated a man who worked as an aid in the 60's, and he used to take me to work on Sunday. It was clearly a warehouse situation. A lot of the people suffered from senile dementia and Alzhimers, though they didn't have a name for it then. The usual word was "senile". There were no care facilities for memory care in the 60's, so they were sent to the state hospital, though they were not technically "mentally ill". Also, going through the museum, I was amazed at the number of children that were in the hospital, as well as the number of women. It seems if the husband were dissatisfied with his wife, he could just send her to the hospital, and say she was mentally ill.
I spent almost 2 hours there, and found it fascinating. Maybe not to everyone's taste, but I worked in a laboratory for almost 20 years, and have close relatives who are mentally ill, so probably had more interest than most of the population.
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