This post looks, from the title, as though it could be a bit more weighty and serious than many of my others. I hope it won’t turn out that way. What I’m going to look at is the difference in attitude and outlook where mental health is concerned between the 1950s and now. I have to bear in mind that I was a small child in the 50s and so what I remember is a child’s view and might be different from an adult’s. However, the point of this blog is to share my memories of growing up in the Welsh countryside in the 1950s and 60s and I like to stay true to that and avoid putting in all sorts of researched facts and figures and quoting other people’s opinions.
It is a fact that mental health is now discussed more openly than it used to be. I have seen that change in my lifetime. There has been a big push here in Britain recently to bring mental health issues out into the open. There have been famous people telling their stories, mental health awareness events and various films and documentaries. This is excellent – but we still have a long way to go. People still find it much easier to say they’re suffering from arthritis, bronchitis, migraine or flu than to admit to going through a spell of depression or to talk about a lifelong battle with anxiety.
Back in the 1950s, these were some of the expressions you would hear adults using quietly when they thought you weren’t listening. ‘Had a nervous breakdown’, ‘bad with her nerves’, ‘suffers with her nerves’. We all know now that that mental illness can affect any age, any gender, but at that time I only ever remember hearing women talked about in those hushed tones. Sometimes a person was described as being ‘not right in the head’. Occasionally you would hear about someone who had ‘taken to her bed’. Apparently my grandmother had an aunt who ‘took to her bed’ at some point in her life and never left it.
What we did know about was the large mental hospitals where people ‘ended up’ if they were really bad with their nerves or had a breakdown. Some people with very severe mental disabilities spent their whole lives in them. Fortunately, these places don’t exist any more. Originally they were called ‘lunatic asylums’. This was often shortened to ‘loony bin’. It seems appalling now that we could use such expressions.
The mental hospital which was nearest to us when we lived in South Wales, called St David’s. It was operational from 1865 until 2002.
The one which was nearest to us when we lived in North Wales. Both vast places! This one opened in 1848 and also closed in 2002. I have looked at maps showing the distribution of these institutions in the UK at that time and it seems there was at least one per county. Many are still standing and are either crumbling or have been converted into conference centres, apartments, hotels etc.
Since drafting this post I have been looking in two old books I have here on my shelves. They are ‘home doctor’ books. I believe many homes had one on their shelves for looking up any family ailments and deciding whether a visit to the doctor was needed. In fact I had one which I bought when my first child was born in 1980. After all, we didn’t have the Internet in the 1980s. Neither of these two old books have publishing dates but from some of the adverts and diagrams in them I’ve worked it out that the oldest one is from the late 1800s and the other one is from roughly the 1920s. Always an avid reader, over the years I have often enjoyed looking through them and marvelling at some of the weird and wonderful advice which was given.
The oldest one (above, it’s lost its cover) came from my grandmother’s house after she died. I remember taking it down from her bookshelves as a child and browsing in it. It used to amuse me that unwell people seemed to be offered a lot of gruel, broth and bread soaked in or tea in Victorian times.
The newer one (above) was from our house but, as it would already have been old when my mum and dad married in 1950, it might also have come from one of the grandparents’ houses. I decided to see what was said about mental health issues. In the oldest one I could find no reference to any of the terms we now use such as anxiety, depression and stress. The only item relevant to mental issues which I could find in the older book was Nervous Disorders.
The main recommendations at this time were active exercise in the countryside, regulation of the bowels and early rising.
Progress had been made by the 1920s and the newer book has Anxiety, Depression and Nervousness listed.
By the this time, complete rest and exercising in the open air were still suggested but also the help of a doctor was mentioned.
Compare these extremely brief entries with the abundance of self-help books on the subject which are available today.
Wow, a fascinating read. Shocking that there was such a lack of understanding and anyone suffering from mental health problems could just be locked up in an asylum etc. I can’t imagine what life must have been like in one of those places!
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I know! I refrained from including pictures from inside one of the asylums – some of them are really disturbing to see. Thanks for commenting!
Can remember a neighbour of ours who was often described as being ” highly strung ” and used to disappear for a few weeks at a time,years later I discovered that she used to go to what we would now call a “mental health facility ” .Thank god things have changed and we can now talk openly about such things🤗
I’d forgotten about the expression ‘highly strung’! Another one of the euphemisms of the time. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Appreciated, highly..the mentions of the ‘early styles’ of ..home health books. At 81..we have had a few..which I have passed along to drs. who have delt with surgerys..over the years…for me. Our family history..moved more along the lines of..farm folk..and thus the ‘doctoring’..was by vets..for which one..doc janes..was my grandfather. So..one saw a ..crossing of treatments..from animal..to the ..human family. At 15 years old..i saw my first ‘wandering woman’..who prob. had dementia..and she would walk down the local road..and into houses..calling for her childhood friends. If none answered..she would move out, back to the road..until someone..along this road..would go and walk her back, gently..to her sons home.
Thanks for commenting. How interesting that you witnessed a blurring of lines between animal and human medicine! Yes, the wandering woman was probably suffering from dementia – poor thing. Similarly, the tramps or ‘gentlemen of the road’ as they were known, who wandered the land when I was young and slept rough were most likely suffering from the after effects of World War II.
How very true, thank goodness things have changed!!!
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Thanks for reading and commenting! We still have a way to go but things have changed for the better.
I think the change you’re seeing now probably depends on the location. It’s more discussed in large towns, I should imagine, but possibly not in small communities still. I moved from London to a very small hamlet in rural mid-Wales and the doctors here despite it being a large practice really don’t seem to be aware of mental health issues. Certainly they don’t treat them with the same importance as what they regard as physical illnesses. To my mind, mental health is in the brain, and the brain is part of the body and therefore it’s all physical.
But asylums… yes, they had a very bad reputation. As for mental hospitals – some did good work. Main hospitals with wards put aside for mental health are/were a bit of a mixed bunch. I presume they still exist.
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So true. It’s an illness just like any ailment in another part of the body.
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So true. I remember the hushed voices when such topics were discussed, and the attitude that such health problems were somehow shameful – for the entire family.