Legacy of the Pennhurst Children
The Legacy of the Pennhurst Children is one Society Should Never Forget.
Pennhurst State School and Hospital, 1934
Suffer the Children
The legacy of the Pennhurst children is one that society should never forget.The children of Pennhurst State School and Hospital in Pennsylvania were placed there because their families were ashamed of them, could not handle them, did not know how to care for them, or in some cases the parents had no say in the matter.
Originally called Eastern Pennsylvania State Institution for the Feeble-Minded and Epileptic, the hospital was built in the early 1900s.
Suffer Little children
Matthew 19 KJV
13.Then were there brought unto him little children, that he should put his hands on them, and pray: and the disciples rebuked them.
14. But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven.
Madonna and Child by Michelangelo, 1504
The Baby, Spring of 1910 - a Short Fiction Story
A young couple, expecting their first child, were filled with joy and love. They waited anxiously for their baby to arrive into their loving arms. It was such a happy time -- they had been blessed with good fortune and now another blessing, a child, was soon to be there for them, to fill their home with the delightful sound of a child's laugh and the pitter patter of little feet.
In the early morning hours, on a beautiful spring day, the child arrived. A baby boy that looked like a little cherub, rosy pink, with startlingly beautiful features, dark fine hair, and a perfect little body.
The first few months were such a joy for everyone with a tiny new member of the family being shown off, cuddled, sang to, and rocked to sleep. Such a good baby he was, so quiet and never fussed too much. A delightful baby who rarely cried and lay in his crib, often turning his head towards the sunny window. At night, the baby slept peacefully.
Thirty years later, the baby still slept peacefully in a crib at night and turned his head towards any bright light. The body grew, yet the mind did not. He could not speak, nor see, nor hear. Because he was never taken from the crib, never taught how to walk or make his body function, he could do nothing but lay there. The muscles of his legs never developed and he still kept them pulled up to his body as a baby does. His arms were weak, his hands in a permanent fist.
As he lay in the crib, did he remember what it was like to once have been held and loved? Did his mind wander back to the days when he was little and cuddled in his mother's arms? No one knew -- for no one ever spoke with him, played with him, or helped him. He was fed, bathed, changed. Nothing else was ever given to him.
The parents of the child did not want to care for a baby that was not normal. They could not see beyond the obvious health issues into the heart and soul of the child, nor did they once think that the child needed tender loving care and specialized training. The rest of the family members were ashamed and never spoke of "the child". A nurse was hired to care for the child and never took him out of the nursery. The child was to be kept hidden -- for to let the child be seen in society would be shameful for the wealthy and respected family.
This was not the precious baby they had so longed for. When it was discovered that the child was blind and deaf, no one wanted to care for him. The parents were ashamed, devastated, and took a doctor's advice to put the "poor thing" in an asylum where "it would get the care it needed". He was no longer a baby or a child to be loved, he was now called a "poor thing".
The family gave up the child and never spoke of him again, nor did any relatives. The child, forgotten and unloved, lay in his crib for thirty years, never again to be in the arms of anyone who loved him. When the child died from pneumonia, he was buried in the hospital cemetery. The only marker on the grave was a small rectangle flat stone with a number on it -- no name, no dates, only a number marked the place where the child was laid to rest.
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Too Unreal ?
Does this story sound too unreal, too fictitious, too bizarre for the twentieth century? Of course it does, to many people who think these things could never happen in America. However, it did happen to many children from families of all walks of life. Hospitals for the mentally ill, like Pennhurst State School and Hospital and many others, had children locked within their walls for years because nobody wanted to bother caring for them or helping them. It was much easier to simply "put them away" and forget about them.
There are kind, caring people who work hard to bring back some sense of dignity to those who lie in unmarked grave yards of old and abandoned mental hospitals. They do heavy research, search and search files and paperwork, until they can identify a person who was buried and forgotten. New markers with names and dates are placed on the graves of forgotten souls. This is an honorable and much appreciated task many people have taken on. Old cemeteries are cleaned up, weeded, new plants put in, and a respect for the departed is restored.
Has society and the medical profession learned anything from these forgotten and unloved children? Is there a legacy left to us by these children of the past who suffered and knew no love?
Guardian Angel, by Pietro da Cortona, 1656
Yes, there is a legacy -- a legacy so profound that it should awaken the deepest love in even a cold heart. From the tortured minds and souls of those forgotten children whose families were ashamed of, came the legacy of how important love is. A study conducted on infant monkeys and led by Kim Bard of the University of Portsmouth in England, has greatly helped in knowing that love is crucial for the psychological and mental health of a child.
There is also the legacy left to the medical profession, which has improved dramatically since those cold dark days of shunning mental illness. There have been astounding and empathetical giant steps forward in the psychiatric, therapeutic and medical fields. The all too common cases of clinical depression are now looked deeper into and treated properly. Physical deformities are no longer considered something untreatable or shunned. The sorrow and pain of irreversible cases such as blindness and deafness can be overcome with proper training and loving care.
A child is no longer "put away" for even the most simple things, such as a speech impediment, as was done in the distant past. People who were born blind, deaf or physically impaired now have the opportunity to live a rich, full life.
Sleepy Baby by Mary Cassatt, 1910
Love is a basic yet profoundly important need for not just babies and children, but everyone. The ability to know love, receive and give love, is of the utmost importance to greater mental, physical and emotional well-being.
Other studies, done on monkeys, were conducted to understand the psychogical damage of deprivation of loving care, such as was done by Harry Frederick Harlow (October 31, 1905 - December 6, 1981), an American psychologist.
Note From Author
Knowledge and awareness is the first step in helping children with psychological impairment. It is one of my goals to bring more awareness of the subject matter to society. Laurel Lemke of Grave Concerns Association in Lakewood Washington, is a good friend of mine who has helped me to become involved in the concerns of the stigma of mental illness and the importance of restoring dignity to the lost souls of psychiatric hospitals in the past.
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