insulin shock therapy

Insulin Coma to Treat Mental Illness.

Insulin Coma Therapy was also known as Insulin Shock Therapy and was used to treat mental illness after it came to the attention of mental health professionals in the 1930′s. The premise of the therapy was that the drastic changes in insulin levels affected neurological functioning, and ‘rewired’ the brain. It was used extensively through the 1940′s and 1950′s until the synthesis of neuroleptic drugs.

Most patients who received this treatment had a diagnosis of Schizophrenia. The treatment involved repeatedly injecting the patients with excessive doses of insulin, which would result in coma’s. The insulin had to be regularly injected in order to sustain the comatose state for weeks.

A publication in the Lancet in 1953 resulted in the start of the therapy’s decline, as it was revealed that the treatment was not based on any evidence that insulin reversed the disease process. A further publication established that Insulin Shock Therapy was no more effective than a placebo in reducing the symptoms of schizophrenia. While ICT has largely fallen out of favour in the United States it is still practiced and researched in other countries, such as China.


Danvers State Lunatic Asylum is probably one of the most notoriously hauntedand intriguing places on earth. It  was the birthplace of the lobotomy; it was originally part of Salem (of Witch Trial fame) and it inspired Arkham Asylum (of HP Lovecraft and Batman fame).

The asylum resides in the town of Danvers, Massachusetts which many people are unaware was formerly known as Salem Village. Salem Village was the first actual location of the 1692 Salem witch trials. Unbeknownst to some, the witch trials did not begin in Salem, but in Salem Village, or present-day Danvers at a church on Centre Street.

Danvers, between 1940 and 1950, housed over 2,600 mentally ill patients in a structure only designed to house 600. In November 1945, one evening shift of nine people was expected to care for those 2,300 patients.
Due to over crowding it relied on medical interventions customary to infamous asylums of that time - shock treatment, hydrotherapy, insulin shock therapy, psychosurgery and lobotomies to keep its burgeoning census under control. Patients became haggard and ghostly, often spending a majority of time alone and in solitary confinement in a space no larger than a small bathroom. “Poorly clothed and sometimes naked, these legions of lost souls were shown pacing aimlessly on the wards, lying on the filthy cement floors, or sitting head in hand against the pock-marked walls” . It was so bad that a lifeless patient would go unnoticed for days.

**I grew up near here. Session 9 was filmed here. Most of the buildings were torn down/demolished. The Kirkbride tower is now part of condos. Nothing but problems, unhappy tenants and reported hauntings.

Visitation Rights || w/Knock-Knockinginthedark [Mob AU]

Three days straight of insulin shock therapy took a toll on the body. Waverly awoke from her drug-induced coma one morning, hardly even able to use her own legs, but as the day went on, she was starting to feel somewhat alive again. They kept her numb and dumb, but not dumb enough to realize where she was.

The last time she had seen this place, she was eighteen years old and her big brother had used trickery and blackmail to get her out. This time, he would do no such thing. Fergus heard of her hospitalization, sure, but at this point he figured it would be good for her. Good for her.

And so, when she heard she had a visitor, Waverly’s heart gave a little leap inside her chest. Had Fergus changed her mind?

All the way there, she held her nose up. “I’m g-going to get out.” she said with a smirk as the guard led her to the meet room. He just nodded with a little murmur of “Whatever you say, toots.”

The room was brightly lit in the center, with two chairs and a table between them. Waverly was put in one, a belt wrapped around her shoulders to keep her in the chair. “This isn’t necessary, you know.” She said, but her words were ignored.

She sat patiently, waiting for her visitor…the shadow in the doorway didn’t look like her brother’s.