The Forgotten Place

The walls of the building seen by public was nicely and beautifully painted, surrounding it was large areas of empty green fields. Countless fish ponds can be seen around the many buildings. Anyone there for the first time would think that they have just stepped into a paying class home or maybe a condo even. The place seems so alive yet dead. Its a place thats so beautiful, yet too beautiful for such a place. Simply put, unbelievable; unexpected. Its a pity that its beauty is hardly used though i can understand why it is so.

Entering within the building itself is like entering into another dimension. It is humane but then again looking at all the details...

I had imagine before how it would looked liked and was similiar to what had be described to me. But imagining and being in there in person is altogether another thing. I think i was hypoventilenting slightly due to the anxiety, fear or maybe not knowing what to expect for an hour till i finally saw them. They were not as percular as what i had in mind.

Leaving the grounds felt like i was back into a cilivised world. Their existence is known to everyone yet it seems to be foreign and forgotten by everyone. I won't deny that i belong to that category.

Personally i would prefer to be diagnosed and suffering from any disease/illness but mental illness. I will still want my human rights, freedom and ability to make decisions for myself. Neither do i want to take such medications that cause such terrible side effects. Hopefully their world is something and somewhere which i will remember for the rest of my life and no longer forgotten by me, myself. They are people whom i would like to help but i don't think i can every see myself working in such a confined environment.

Its a sad place.

Outcasted; Stigmatised