Name: Diary Written in the Provincial Lunatic Asylum: A True Story of Life in an Asylum (en Inglés)
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Author: Pengilly, Mary Huestis
ISBN: 9781979322164

portada Diary Written in the Provincial Lunatic Asylum: A True Story of Life in an Asylum (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

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Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Autor

Pengilly, Mary Huestis

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 0.2 cm

Peso

0.07 kg.

ISBN13

9781979322164

Categorías

Clases sociales

Diary Written in the Provincial Lunatic Asylum: A True Story of Life in an Asylum (en Inglés)

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Diary Written in the Provincial Lunatic AsylumBy Mary Huestis PengillyDiary from a Lunatic AsylumA True Story of Life in an AsylumThey will not allow me to go home, and I must write these things down for fear I forget. It will help to pass the time away. It is very hard to endure this prison life, and know that my sons think me insane when I am not.How unkind Mrs. Mills is today; does she think this sort of treatment is for the good of our health? I begged for milk today, and she can't spare me any; she has not enough for all the old women, she says. I don't wish to deprive any one of that which they require, but have I not a right to all I require to feed me and make me well? All I do need is good nourishing food, and I know better than any one else can what I require to build me up and make me as I was before I met with this strange change of condition. I remember telling the Doctor, on his first visit to my room, that I only needed biscuit and milk and beef tea to make me well. He rose to his feet and said, "I know better than any other man." That was all I heard him say, and he walked out, leaving me without a word of sympathy, or a promise that I should have anything.