There was another woman I remember from Fitzmary 2 ward- her name was Ruth and she was as silent and mysterious as a gliding ghost. She didn’t smoke, and didn’t seem to do very much out and about the ward or the hospital grounds. Nina and I would go out to classes and spend afternoons…… Continue reading Ruth- the woman who glided as softly as a ghost
Tracy was another inhabitant of Fitzmary 2, the ward I lived on for a year with Christine and various other apparently mad individuals. She was a forked and angular woman, and would only ever wear black. Her whole wardrobe consisted of black dresses and heels, black skirts, vest tops and shawls which she would drape…… Continue reading Tracy- the woman with the crooked black shoes
On Fitzmary two, the ward I lived on at The Bethlam Hospital, I met Christine, the tattooed woman. Her hair was bleached as light as the sun, and her arms, chest, back and legs were adorned with lines and symbols, and the names of the people she had previously known. She had the fairest skin, yet…… Continue reading Christine- the tattooed woman
Mad new world 