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The institutionalization was shorter, only four months, and there was no electric shock therapy. But Robert still chafed to go home. “Everybody wants to go home. You’re there in the hospital around the clock and you see the staff, the doctors and nurses, going home at about four or five o’clock and you want to go, too. If there’s any spark of life in you, you want to get out of the hospital.”
Since his release the second time, he’s had one short relapse into mental illness and one short stay of 19 days in the behavioral medicine unit of Culpeper Memorial Hospital’s psychiatric wing which is operated jointly by the hospital and the Community Services Center. He lives in a downtown apartment that the Community Service advocates found for him, and he has a regular job. He works just one day a week now but hopes that his hours will be increased soon. “I’m doing fine!” he says confidently.
Robert looks fine, too. A slender, well-groomed man in his late 40s, he wears a suede jacket and navy blue shirt, carefully pressed. “You like them? I bought them at the shop here in the club house,” he said, explaining that club members earn credits for completing their assigned jobs and then can spend those credits in the Laurel House thrift shop. “I bought curtains for my apartment there, too.”
A stranger could pass Robert on the street and never guess he’s men
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