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I
've
heard
that
theory
of
the
Therapeutic
Community
enough
times
to
repeat
it
forwards
and
backwards
--
how
a
guy
has
to
learn
to
get
along
in
a
group
before
he
'll
be
able
to
function
in
a
normal
society
;
how
the
group
can
help
the
guy
by
showing
him
where
he
's
out
of
place
;
how
society
is
what
decides
who
's
sane
and
who
is
n't
,
so
you
got
to
measure
up
.
All
that
stuff
.
Every
time
we
get
a
new
patient
on
the
ward
the
doctor
goes
into
the
theory
with
both
feet
;
it
's
pretty
near
the
only
time
he
takes
things
over
and
runs
the
meeting
.
He
tells
how
the
goal
of
the
Therapeutic
Community
is
a
democratic
ward
,
run
completely
by
the
patients
and
their
votes
,
working
toward
making
worth-while
citizens
to
turn
back
Outside
onto
the
street
.
Any
little
gripe
,
any
grievance
,
anything
you
want
changed
,
he
says
,
should
be
brought
up
before
the
group
and
discussed
instead
of
letting
it
fester
inside
of
you
.
Also
you
should
feel
at
ease
in
your
surroundings
to
the
extent
you
can
freely
discuss
emotional
problems
in
front
of
patients
and
staff
.
Talk
,
he
says
,
discuss
,
confess
.
And
if
you
hear
a
friend
say
something
during
the
course
of
your
everyday
conversation
,
then
list
it
in
the
log
book
for
the
staff
to
see
.
It
's
not
,
as
the
movies
call
it
,
"
squealing
,
"
it
's
helping
your
fellow
.
Bring
these
old
sins
into
the
open
where
they
can
be
washed
by
the
sight
of
all
.
And
participate
in
Group
Discussion
.
Help
yourself
and
your
friends
probe
into
the
secrets
of
the
subconscious
.
There
should
be
no
need
for
secrets
among
friends
.
Our
intention
,
he
usually
ends
by
saying
,
is
to
make
this
as
much
like
your
own
democratic
,
free
neighborhoods
as
possible
--
a
little
world
Inside
that
is
a
made-to-scale
prototype
of
the
big
world
Outside
that
you
will
one
day
be
taking
your
place
in
again
.
He
's
maybe
got
more
to
say
,
but
about
this
point
the
Big
Nurse
usually
hushes
him
,
and
in
the
lull
old
Pete
stands
up
and
wigwags
that
battered
copper-pot
head
and
tells
everybody
how
tired
he
is
,
and
the
nurse
tells
somebody
to
go
hush
him
up
too
,
so
the
meeting
can
continue
,
and
Pete
is
generally
hushed
and
the
meeting
goes
on
.
Once
,
just
one
time
that
I
can
remember
,
four
or
five
years
back
,
did
it
go
any
different
.
The
doctor
had
finished
his
spiel
,
and
the
nurse
had
opened
right
up
with
,
"
Now
.
Who
will
start
?
Let
out
those
old
secrets
.
"
And
she
'd
put
all
the
Acutes
in
a
trance
by
sitting
there
in
silence
for
twenty
minutes
after
the
question
,
quiet
as
an
electric
alarm
about
to
go
off
,
waiting
for
somebody
to
start
telling
something
about
themselves
.
Her
eyes
swept
back
and
forth
over
them
as
steady
as
a
turning
beacon
.
The
day
room
was
clamped
silent
for
twenty
long
minutes
,
with
all
of
the
patients
stunned
where
they
sat
.
When
twenty
minutes
had
passed
,
she
looked
at
her
watch
and
said
,
"
Am
I
to
take
it
that
there
's
not
a
man
among
you
that
has
committed
some
act
that
he
has
never
admitted
?
"
She
reached
in
the
basket
for
the
log
book
.
"
Must
we
go
over
past
history
?
"
That
triggered
something
,
some
acoustic
device
in
the
walls
,
rigged
to
turn
on
at
just
the
sound
of
those
words
coming
from
her
mouth
.
The
Acutes
stiffened
.
Their
mouths
opened
in
unison
.
Her
sweeping
eyes
stopped
on
the
first
man
along
the
wall
.
His
mouth
worked
.
"
I
robbed
a
cash
register
in
a
service
station
.
"
She
moved
to
the
next
man
.
"
I
tried
to
take
my
little
sister
to
bed
.
"
