ABSTRACT
This chapter explores women's first-person experiences with the mental health establishment. The author heard the nurse knock on the door next to mine, at the far end of the hall. Mrs. Savage's sleepy voice boomed out, and the nurse went in to her with the jingling tray. For some reason the sight of this nurse made her sick at heart, and it was only as she strode across the room to snap up the green blind that she realized part of her strangeness came from being empty-handed. she waited until the nurse had made her little circuit of her room, patting, straightening, arranging, and taken the next tray in to Loubelle one door farther down the hall. We passed Joan, coming out of her room, and she gave her a meaning, disdainful smile, and she ducked back and waited until we had gone by. Finally, we stopped at a green door with Electrotherapy printed on it in black letters.
