Growing Up Next to the Mental

Growing Up Next to the Mental

Brian Callahan

Brian Callahan

We called it the Mental and thought nothing of it. No more than eeny, meeny, miney, mo and who we were supposed to catch by the toe. Wish Mooney's earliest memory in life is finding a corpse in the Waterford River. Jarring stuff for a four-year-old, yet far from the most shocking or bizarre he would witness growing up in west end St. John's next door to the Waterford Hospital. Or, as it was unabashedly labelled before the advent of political correctness: the Mental. An unfortunate moniker, but one legitimately derived from the original name of the place—the Hospital for Mental and Nervous Diseases—when it opened in 1854. Not until 1972 would it be renamed after the river that runs by it. But in Mooney's world, which revolved mostly in and around the asylum's drab, depressing confines in the mid-1970s, it was colloquially the Mental, just as its largely despondent inhabitants were the mental patients. Thus was the oft-surreal environment that unavoidably enveloped Wish...
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