ABSTRACT
At the now ‘infamous’ Willard State Hospital, I spent a year and a half as a senior staff clinical psychologist. (When it opened in 1869 it was initially designated the Willard Asylum for the Insane.) My experiences there underlined the negative impressions from my internship. This chapter consists of dramatic and sometimes troubling episodes exposing the state hospital as little more than a warehouse providing only a minimal anomic existence for its patients.
