College of Nursing

Behind Locked Doors

Senior Student Nurse in Psychiatry – June 1976

I drove through heavy iron gates and parked my car at the large state mental hospital campus on the edge of the city. After I studied the campus map my professor had given me, I walked toward the locked mens ward where I was assigned for the quarter. As I walked, I silently prayed, “Dear Lord, Please protect me and put your hedge around me. Give me wisdom in every situation, and let your love shine through me to these men.” I looked at the old red brick building apprehensively and pressed the buzzer on the intercom beside the door. “Yes?” answered a woman. “I’m a student nurse reporting for duty from the University.” As the door buzzed, I pushed it open and entered.

My professor told me I would lead therapeutic groups with 6 men who had been institutionalized here many years. Some had a history of violent crimes, such as rape and murder. Upon entering the locked nurse’s station, I began to read each of their thick charts and took notes. I observed the long line of somber looking men as they lined up at the nurse’s window and were handed their medications with a glass of water. After each man swallowed his pills, he opened his mouth so the nurse could inspect to make sure he wasn’t pocketing any pills to hoard them for an overdose.

After the medication time was finished, I walked into the large dreary day room. It was painted a sickly pale green and had single bare light bulbs hanging from the 12 foot high ceilings. There were iron bars over all the windows. The men were dressed in shabby pants, shirts, and shoes and wandered aimlessly around the room or sat at the table staring into space. There was a hot wire running around the perimeter of the room where they lit their cigarettes. Some of them spit on the floor. One man took off his clothes, seemingly unaware that there was anyone else in the room, and wandered around naked. The stench in the smoke filled room was nauseating.

I asked the staff person to point out the 6 men I would have in my small group.  I approached each of them and pointed to the small room where we would meet. We all sat in a circle and I introduced myself and asked each of them to tell the group his name. I then asked an assigned question and waited for each of them to answer. I was trying to learn the skill of “therapeutic silence” and wait for the person to answer. I waited and waited and waited, but some of them never answered! The whole group was rather pointless in my opinion.

I dreaded my clinical days and began to lose weight. I saw the depths of the depravity of man as never before and continually thanked God for saving my soul. I concluded that reformation does not work, because it does not deal with a person’s sin nature. The only solution is regeneration, a new birth spiritually, as Christ said, “Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.” John 3:7 I am so thankful for God’s promise to all who receive Him as their personal Savior, “Therefore, if any man be in Christ, he is a new creation; old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.” II Corinthians 5:17  But I am grateful I had this quarter, because it taught me more about the importance of communication, and how to talk with people about sensitive topics.

I also took Personal Finances (3 hours) and Audio-Visual Teaching Techniques (4 hours). I had the joy of attending the graduation ceremony of Jane, my dear roommate, and her brother, Allen, in the University football stadium. I will miss our sweet times of fellowship, but I know God will lead Jane to the right teaching job. Her brother, Allen, who also attended the Bible class on campus, asked my sister, Linda, for a courtship, so that was exciting! I pray they will honor the Lord and seek Him first in all things.

Reflection, 2014

As I reviewed my classes in the college of nursing, psychiatry was definitely the most difficult course for me emotionally and as a believer in Jesus Christ. Amazingly, after I became a Nurse Practitioner, my first job was at a 120 bed psychiatric hospital, age 5 through adult. I was responsible for the admission History and Physical examinations, and diagnosing and treating their medical problems. I also managed the patients who went through alcohol and heroin/opiate detoxification.

The medications that are available today to treat mental illness are much more effective than the few that we had in 1976. I believe some types of mental illness are from chemical imbalances, genetics, poor diet, and side effects of other medications. Other types of mental problems are a direct result of sin that only salvation by Christ Jesus can solve. Still others are from demon possession. As I read about the demon possessed man in Mark 5, it says that no man could bind him with chains, and he lived in the mountains and tombs, crying, and cutting himself with stones. Oh, the agony of that man! But after Jesus cast out the demons, the people came and saw him “sitting, and clothed, and in his right mind.” Mark 5:15 What wonder and joy that each of us can now have the mind of Christ!

“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” II Timothy 1:7

I worked at the psychiatric hospital for 4 years until it closed. I stopped by today to take a photo of the campus and there were large “NO TRESPASSING!” signs everywhere. The owner approached me angrily and asked why I was taking a photo? I said I used to work there, and it was for my memory book. He asked which doctor I worked with, and after I told him, he grudgingly said, “OK”. So I still don’t have very good memories of psychiatric hospitals…. Here is my one photo he permitted. This is the administration building behind all the trees.

Psychiatric Hospital where I worked as a Nurse Practitioner 1998-2002
Psychiatric Hospital where I worked as a Nurse Practitioner 1998-2002

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