So. Why is the Madhouse like my parents? Well… Both at the Madhouse and at my Parents’ they treat me like a child. Why ISN’T the Madhouse like my Parents? Because they take a different aim to it.
In the Madhouse they treat you like a child: You get to play with crayons and paint like in Kindergarten, and there is no one who says what it should look like or who criticizes your scribbles. Someone wakes you up, someone reminds you of food, someone reminds you of pills, someone puts you in bed. Your whole day is planned out for you, you don’t have to think about anything. When you’re feeling awful they’ll try to make it go away (mostly that’s by doping you up, but if it helped I never minded) and put you in bed. No one looks at you strange or tells you to man up when you break down crying or talk to someone who isn’t there. There is always someone willing to listen to you even when you sound no more coherent than a 3-year-old.
In the Madhouse they treat you like an adult too: They respect your privacy, you don’t have to tell anything you don’t want to, you are given the choice to cooperate. They don’t assume you are stupid because you’re ill.
At my Parents’ they treat you like a child: You don’t get to do anything without supervision, everything you do is subject to extreme suspicion, you’re not allowed to go anywhere outside the house without a companion, they don’t leave you alone at home without a babysit, you’re regarded as stupid and unemancipated even in issues concerning yourself, and every decision you take is second guessed. No matter what you want to do they’ll always repeat the whole body of rules to you as if you have the brain of an amniotic goldfish. Every time you do something against their wish they’ll threaten to take away your privileges and when you say something they don’t like they’ll lecture you like a you’d lecture a small kid using faulty grammar. They need to know where you are at all times.
My parents treat you like an adult too: You have to be responsible for your own deeds, you need to keep into account not only yourself but also their feelings and wishes all the time. You’re expected to take care of all practical things in life yourself, and when you break down they’ll pat you on the shoulder and tell you to get it together… in the best case. You’re supposed to be sensible and act appropriately at all times. If you want something you have to get it done yourself.
END OF RANT. Sorry. Just had to get that out.