|7:02:13 PM - Wed, Jul 4th 2012
|Patient in the mid 1960"s|
|Hi I was a patient at Traverse City also. My father died when I was 11 and my mother was left with three girls to take care of. She never liked me because I was not born a boy anyway so she sent me away. I was a ward of the courts cause I was in alot of foster homes and the childrens home. The social worker I had told my mother that I did not belong in these places and that I needed to be home. I was taken out of my home because I was beat and yelled at so terriably bad. I was scared to death of my mom. When she found out she could sign me into Traverse city and leave me there, she did. I was happy I was going some where where I would not get beat. Well when I rode up that hudge long driveway to the hospital I was scared sinceless. I remember waiting in a hudge room while I was checked in on ward c. I was about 14 I believe. Oh my gosh, the people scared me to death. That is one memory I will never forget.I* really wish I could find some friends I made there. Can we ever get our own records? How do I hear from any body?