Duppy man, I consider myself one of the lunatics. I found humor in it because they took away my chop sticks but let some crazy guy sit outside of my room "reading his paper", really, plotting the ways he was going to rape and kill me before someone noticed and made him go back to his room. Only humor in the way the place was run, like a ship lost at sea. One of the guys that was there was still there 3 years later when a friend of mine was. I, too, have worked in the locked down unit of a nursing home with the Alzeheimer's patients. That is not a funny situtation. But, the answer there was the same as it was in the mental ward of the hospital, drug up the loonies, keep them confined, and charge as much as possible for "care". I would never laugh at anyone there, only myself. As far as the lady who scratched herself with staples, she did it twice in one day and they did nothing but try to keep her in her room...but I'm sure her health insurance company got charged hundreds of dollars for "restraining her". The best part is the doctor who told me that with shock therapy I should be fine, it's just a little zap! Guess what, duppy man? I'm not fine, I'm as bi polar as they come and all the medication in the world won't make me better, just zonk me out so I don't notice as much. When there was concern because Serzone could possibly damage the liver I asked my doctor for a blood test because liver disease runs in my family (my dad and uncle died from it). She started sweating because she knew she'd never asked me about my family history..literally sweating. Guess what? My test results were mysteriously "lost". Now Serzone is off of the market, I'm on new crazy pills. As far as I'm concerned psychology is bullshit and so are all of the meds and I'm still as nutty as a jar of peanuts. There's nothing left to do but laugh at the whole situation.