This week, we have a story sent in by one of our patrons, Linda. This is the second story she has sent us. This time around, she shared an experience she had at Waterbury Asylum for the Insane.
Hi, Jimmy. I am sorry that I haven’t had time to write to you with experiences, but I wanted to get one to you after watching the Williamson Hospital video. In Waterbury, Vermont, there is a large complex of buildings that used to be the Waterbury Asylum for the Insane. It was built in 1891, and is considered a historical landmark, especially for its Victorian Architecture. It has a dark and morbid past, used to house criminally Insane, and then people with depression, epilepsy and senility- along with the criminally insane. It opened a women’s wing, where Eugenics and forced sterilization was engaged, so you get the picture. Eventually, the hospital was closed, and it became State offices, and that is where I come in.
I had to bring some paperwork to these offices in 2008 or 2009, and so I went.
The only way to get to the office that I needed was to take an elevator to the basement, walk the entire length of the building underground, and take an elevator up to the offices. As I stepped off of the elevator in the basement, I could feel a wall of the most frightening feelings- pain, sorrow of the deepest kind, rage, terror, and insanity. I HAD to walk this gauntlet, and then I SAW them. It was a huge open underground space, filled with the shadows of human beings; screaming, running, curled up in corners, writhing on the floor, swaying and moaning. I was so terrified I began to run, and I could feel them behind me. The lighting was dim, and I ran by small rooms used to contain uncontrollable people- recesses filled with the blackest black, and stairways leading nowhere, encased in cages. I made it to the elevator and to the office. I asked for another way out of the building, but was told that there was not one. I demanded that someone walk back with me, using a lame excuse.
The return trip was the same, but I stayed close to this woman who seemed to be clueless, and irritated with me. When I emerged, I ran to the parking lot, and became ill. I was actually quite ill for over a week; weak, drained, not able to eat, not able to work. I vowed never to go there again.
A month later, my best friend, Arlene, told me that she had to go to the State offices with paperwork ( they never let you mail it). I knew that she was sensitive like me, and although I had made a vow, I would NOT let her go alone. And yes, I went through it again, holding my best friend’s hand, as she also experienced this terror.
After we left, we were both ill.I could feel the incredible despair and hopelessness of abandoned people who now lived eternally as shadows in a giant, dimly lit basement. People, who were literally tortured, or tortured themselves in a caul of insanity.
No, I have never gone back, and neither has my friend.
And I highly recommend that you don’t. go there either.
And so, Jimmy, that is my experience with Waterbury Asylum for the Insane.
Thank you, Linda, for sharing your story! This is another great one! I’m glad I don’t see this kind of thing when we go to all of these places for the legend tripping videos because I would be out of there! If you enjoyed Linda’s story, be sure to check out her experience at Emily’s Bridge.
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