...Then one day they took me to a hospital, right outside London. They... got me there. I didn't want to go. Anyway... I tried to get out, quite a few times. But... it wasn't very easy. They asked me questions, in there. Well, I told them... when they wanted to know... what my thoughts were. Hmmnn.

Then one day... this man... doctor, I suppose... the head one... he was quite a man of... distinction... although I wasn't so sure about that. He said... he told me I had something. He said... he just said that, you see. You've got... this thing. That's your complaint.

He said... but I can't... exactly remember... how he put it... He said... if we don't... you'll be in here for the rest of your life. Well, I wasn't a fool. I knew I was a minor. My mom signed their form, you see, giving them permission. Well, that night I tried to escape, that night. And they caught me, anyway.

They used to come round with these... I don't know what they were... and this chief... the chief doctor, used to fit the pincers. Well, they were coming round to me, and the night they they came I got up and stood against the wall.

...anyway, he did it. So, I got ouf of the place... but I couldn't walk very well. The trouble was... my thoughts... had become very slow... I couldn't think at all... I couldn't... get... my thoughts... together... uuhhh... I could... never quite get it... together. If I turned my head round... I couldn't keep... upright.

Anyway, I feel much better now. But I don't talk to people now. I never go into them now. I don't talk to anyone...