I was probably about 28 years old 28 years ago when I found out that my great grandmother even existed and that she was a patient at Chattahoochee State Hospital. I was sitting with my great aunt (who had had a few drinks)when she began to talk about my grandmother (I only had one that I knew of). When none of the conversation seemed to make sense I said, "Auntie you can't be talking about my Grandma Susie". She said, "No, I'm talking about your grandmother up at Chattahoochee". To make a long story short, I confronted my family, went to see my great-grandmother, got other family members to do the same, and attended her funeral with my great aunt and great uncle, my mother and her sister. My mother's mother as well as my mother's sister was also institutionalized at Chattahoochee. When I found out about my great-grandmother, she had been institutionalized for nearly 75 years. She went in when she was about 23. My mother's mother died at the hospital.
For the past 15 or 20 years I have been dealing with my own depression and alcoholism. The other night, I saw a program on public broadcasting called "Depression: Out of the Shadows". It got me to thinking about the women in my family, Chattahoochee and my current struggles. I'm an African American female. I want to know more. I googled "Chattahochee History" and found this site. I want to know more.