Patient #00341 Diary Entry 2:

Property of Rosenhan Psychiatric Systems

The walls were grimey and padded with faded and stained thick material. Many days had been marked off on the wall in blue crayon. I tried to stand, but my legs were not working properly. Had I been drugged?

Footsteps approached from down the hall, and as they got closer, I could hear keys jingling on a chain. A slat on my door abruptly slid open, and cold, dark eyes stared at me in silence for a few seconds before the door unlocked and two large men in uniform came into the room. A smaller man followed behind, holding a clipboard and a pen. They stood there for a while as the smaller man started writing something down…

He finished writing and nodded at the men. Without a word, I was picked up by the men like a ragdoll, and taken down the hall to another area, blinding red lights above each doorway.

I was strapped onto a large, steel table… Terribly cold…

Help me…