I broke into Danvers once with a few friends about 10 years ago, we all shared the interest of old abandoned buildings. As I walked down the halls, looking into the rooms, it hit me like a ton of bricks that this experience meant far more to me than it did to my NT friends. To them, it was just a big old building to explore, but to me, had I been born only 10 years earlier, there's a good chance that I would've been locked in one of these rooms.
These places, though called hospitals, were really just prisons for those who were deemed "unfit for society". People who committed no crime other than being born different would be locked up in these places for the rest of their lives. People, through no fault of their own would be locked up in these maximum security prisons to be forgotten by anyone on the outside.
After walking those halls, I still have dreams about that place. While checking out one of the rooms, a friend closed the door as a joke. I was locked in as the door could only be opened from the out side. I stood there looking at the walls thinking about how close I came to calling that tiny room home.
While driving home, I passed the hospital cemetary, Hotel California by the Eagles was on the radio, and as I glanced out at the cemetary, I heard the words "you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave". Since that moment on, those words still ring in my ears any time I think of one of these facilities, and any time I hear that song, I think of the dark echoy halls of that building.
I could've been arrested for being there, but for the 3 hours I spent in that building, it was fully worth it to see where the line of comparison lies with the way my life is today.