Mental hospital, I don’t know if you have been there.
People who live inside have very little time to go out to let go, and the patient's family can visit within the specified time. Patients are semi-free, with several beds in a house, and most of the time they are walking in the house. They have a place for common activities. Usually, there is a public TV in the place where they meet and eat, so there is an open food hall. To outsiders, patients live the same life every day, and they live a life that is freer than prison and not completely free. On a few occasions, I went to visit my mother and brought some things to her, and then some food or items would be taken away by other patients. ...But that's not all.
Their diet is very poor. The reason is that Some patients are out of control, and their families don’t care about them, so they don’t have money . This leads to all patients eating some of the patients’ fees evenly distributed catering - very thin porridge or vegetarian soup (this part is what my mother said), and the food is very bad.
What I remember very deeply is that every time I go there to visit my mother, the patients next to me will come to watch. There are many envious eyes, envying my mother for someone to see her, and envying someone to bring her things.
It is not scary to be sick, because with the care of family, the indulgence and company of family, then any problem is not a problem. Sadly, do you dare to think about how those people who have mental illness and are "exiled" in mental hospitals live every day and what they think? I think this is as heartbreaking as the old man slumped in bed and no one looked at him. They all lost their freedom and no one paid attention to him. They went back and forth...
If your family is living in a mental hospital for treatment, I hope you can go and see them appropriately. Blood is thicker than water, and getting sick is not what they expect. No matter what they said when they were sick, or what excessive behaviors they had... Can you be more tolerant of them?
My father did better tolerate this. So I've always thanked my father. My father has been taking care of my mother for nearly ten years. Later, after a conversation with my father, I took my mother to my side to live with me. I supervised her to take medicine every day, prepare three meals, and arrange for a walk together until an accident happened last year. Because I tried my best, I didn’t have many regrets. In more than a year, I healed myself.
Here, I sincerely thank my father for his efforts to the whole family and for cultivating me into a responsible person; at the same time, thank my mother for leaving the last few years of life to me, allowing me to have more time to remember with it, and time to reconcile with her, reducing my regrets.
Life is short, don’t leave any regrets. Go and see the hospitalized family. Take care of them when they need it. The process is difficult, but you will have blessings!
