I was reading a book today called, "The Potter and the Clay."
The author, Reed Moss, writes about his sister Lael who,
after a traumatic brain injury,
gradually lost her ability to function mentally.
The story is set in the early 1930's
before MRIs and CAT scans even existed.
It is a sad story,
but it makes me grateful to see how far
society and advancements in modern medicine
have come in treating the mentally ill.
Lael was institutionalized into a state school and one of the questions on the application was,
"...classification as to type of mental deficiency,
MORON,
IMBECILE,
IDIOT,
answer: moron."
I can just see my husband filling out a question like this
when I had to be in an inpatient program...
I can't help but laugh when I think of it.
Is your wife an idiot, moron, or imbecile?
(I think I'm going to ask him...)
