Whitby Psych - The Final Days

Images from our final trip in August 2005. A photo collection documenting the final days of Whitby Psych.
More of the latter day urbex life of the place at:
flickr.com/photos/hypersapiens/sets/7215 7594359753435/


I miss Whitby Psych. I miss it so bad. How can I tell you how much I loved the place? I wish we could all go there right now. I wish we could take your scaredy-cat cousin and a handful of Niosh particulate filters and some latex gloves and go down into the rot and darkness beneath the old hospital. I wish we could go skate again in the old gymnasium that was made with one end ramped for wheelchair basketball. I wish we could go down to the old bowling alley and look up through the hole in the floor and throw ourselves down the lanes on our decks. I want it all back. I hate subdivisions and prime waterfront real estate. I hope the ghosts of Whitby Psych crawl up through those staked-turf backyards and infect their children’s sleep. I want people to know what it was— what it meant— what it became. It was a Place. It wasn’t just an old hospital in ruin. It wasn’t a simple exercise in urban decay. How can I describe it? How can I communicate the deep well of significance that its utter ruin took on?