Broadmoor is the Gothic madhouse on the hill, a place that lurks in the imagination of the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, and just the its original name conjures up a Roger Corman b-movie chiller, Broadmoor Criminal Lunatic Asylum. It was built by Joshua Jebb in 1863, located in Crowthorne. Jebb also designed Pentonville……
And the stereotype of Broadmoor still looms today.
I used to visit Broadmoor regularly during the mid-late 1990s, I would get the train from Waterloo, then taxi to Broadmoor. Once there, you are searched and then escorted to either the visiting room or the ward. I used to visit women there as a volunteer for the organisation WISH (Women in Special Hospitals), I had visited women at Rampton (I was invited by their women’s group) and Ashworth. Most, I think all now, of the women have been moved out of Broadmoor (one of the campaigning demands of WISH) and generally the special hospital regime was always geared towards men overshadowing the needs of women. It was estimated that 95% of the women in the Specials had experienced rape and sexual abuse sometime in their lives, that in itself represents a high level of vulnerability and powerlessness. Similar to the prison system these places act like social dustbins for the traumatised and the distressed.
My first experience of being led through the grounds I was struck on how vast the place looked, modern architecture fused with neo-Gothic, the imposing building reminded me constantly of Goffman’s Asylums, institutionalised misery. We always get sensationalism when it comes to Broadmoor, the high-profile cases yet many people are incarcerated for low-level crimes or who have not committed any index offence, they remain in the background and lets be honest….they don’t sell news!
Channel 4 news did an expose on Broadmoor last night and the findings didn’t surprise me.
Words can’t describe the experiences many women encountered as residents at Broadmoor, they still chill me. The place symbolised oppression. Abuse, neglect and sexual/physical violence went unchallenged and unheard. Silenced. Powerlessness and vulnerability increased. Cover-up after cover-up. More pain more trauma. No justice. Meeting many of these women, I was confronted by the similarities I had with them, things we had in common, and the recognition of how easy it is to end up in a hell hole like Broadmoor, even as an atheist I was reminded always of the phrase, there but for the grace of God (go I).
The place continually unnerved me, I was pleased that women felt they could trust me but at the same time I was powerless to act as many felt too scared for their complaints to become formal. One woman I visited regularly, and got to know very well, committed suicide as she concluded that she would never ever get out of Broadmoor, she would never be free, only in death. I still have the sculpture she made me on my book shelf. I wonder sometimes about what type of life she would have had had she been given the support and help she desperately needed. She was failed by an uncaring brutal system along with countless other people.
I stopped visiting the Specials’ and dropped out for a short time in the mental health user movement as I couldn’t handle the bleakness and how soul destroying it was, the feeling of powerlessness and silence crept further into my life and impinged on my own mental wellbeing, I felt angry 24/7 but trapped by it. I think if this was affecting me now I would deal with it very differently.
I felt constantly crap for letting these women down, I found it hard to cope. I did believe I was looking into the human abyss known as the Special Hospital regime. Every time I left Broadmoor I had the urge to scrub myself clean of the institutionalisation that lingered on me. The squalid system that treats people in such a degrading, abusive and inhuman way yet time and time again it goes unheard and hidden. People didn’t seem matter; they were treated like they were nothing, invisible. And what clouds the issue is the sensationalism and hype that goes with the Specials. The right-wing populism that plays to the myth of these places.
The Fallon enquiry recommended that the Specials should close (though he knew the government wouldn’t accept that so listed further recommendations) and that still stands. Broadmoor, Ashworth and Rampton are symbolic of a bygone archaic Victorian age, they are an anachronism entrenched in the 19th century which has no place in 2009.
Time to close these high secure hellish nightmares!