Crossroads in Mental Health: Red Ink and Unused Wards
Ward 50 at the state-run Gowanda Psychiatric Center in southwestern New York seems a throwback to the age of asylums. Like geriatric wards at mental hospitals across the state, the day room is well scrubbed and cheerfully decorated, but most of the 18 elderly patients are lost in schizophrenic hazes, captives of their wheelchairs. Ravaged by decades of mental illness and confinement, they mumble incoherently as accordion music seeps from a stereo. Their limbs jerk involuntarily; their faces contort into images from Edvard Munch. One of the few lucid patients, an 82-year-old woman who has lived here for seven years, shows off a Valentine from her daughter, then begins to weep.