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My first memories
of sexual abuse are

maybe three or four years old?

It was my brother Jim,

coming in the middle
of the night

and putting his hands on me.

And my curling up in a ball
tighter and tighter,
trying to get away from it,

and not really understanding
what was going on.

You know, I'm a little child
and I'm trying to stop

whatever it is
that he's doing.

Only because I think
I probably knew somehow
that it was wrong.

And I didn't like it.

But I also was terrified
to try to stop it.

I didn't know what to say.

You just pretend
it's not happening.

And you think that,

maybe it's love.

Maybe this is love.

Him having his hands
all over me, is love.

And I think he was very good
at making sure

it was only one child
in that room
when it was happening.

Whether it was Margaret or me
or Matthew or Peter.

Where schizophrenia
is diagnosed
between age 17 and 24.

It's a tragic story.

To be part
of the Galvin family
is to be part of a tragedy.

This mutation
was present in every person

in that family
who had schizophrenia.

They might hear voices.

They can command them
to do things.

Command them
to do things.

Thrown a cat
into a bonfire,

dismembered a dog
in a bathtub.

This family gave us hope
that there might be a chance
to cure schizophrenia.

He shot her first
and then he shot himself.

Well, it started
to fall apart.

My brothers were falling ill.

They were losing their minds.

They were
losing their minds.

I remember my father coming in
and waking us up in the night

to tell us that Brian
had had an accident
and had been killed.

I remember a general silence
over the house.

I remember my mother
crying a lot in her bedroom

with the door shut.

I remember a lot of tears.

Complete disbelief
in the family.

How could such
a tragedy happen?

I was devastated.
My my parents
were totally devastated.

Life is supposed to be

your kids outlive you.

You know, not something
that happens before...

You know,
to die before you do.

And so, everyone was shocked.

They said that he
had committed suicide.

Murder suicide
with his girlfriend.

He was the first
of my siblings to die.

You don't think
that's gonna happen
when you're a 14-year-old boy,

that any of your brothers
are gonna die.

When Brian
committed suicide,

I think things
in the families changed.

It was a lot more somber,

I know,
especially for my parents,
it was dark.

You tend to tiptoe around
a lot more.

I knew something was wrong
in my house.

My house was burning,
as I would say, and I knew it.

And so I started spending
a lot more time
with my friends.

Going out
and being with others
outside of the house.

Kathy and Jim
became my father
and mother figure.

Their child, Jim, was born,
and he and I
became fast friends

and I think because
Kathy had this small child
and I was a small child,

I'm wondering if my mother
didn't rely on them
to babysit.

I loved Kathy.

She was really
a mother figure to me.

She had beautiful blond hair
that she would let me brush.

Jim was probably
the most highly functioning
of my schizophrenic brothers.

I mean, he held a career
as a bartender
for a lot of years.

I really didn't know
that Jim was schizophrenic
while I was growing up.

I mean, we spent a fair amount
of time at his home,

even on sleepovers
from time to time.

Jim, I think
the disease affected him
differently than Don.

And, of course, you hear of
the sexual abuse of my sisters
from my older brother, Jim.

The abuse was chronic.

You know, I'm going from like,
three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten.

You know, this is continuing
on a regular basis.

I don't know how often.

I'm thinking it was
maybe most weekends.

But it was either
be there with that
or be at home with Donald,

which was terrifying too.

I mean, 'cause Donald
had his outbursts.

He was not without
us having to call the police.

And him having
to go to the hospital.

Whether it was
attempted suicide

or whether he was getting
in a fight with my father.

I remember
dad and Donald
getting into fisticuffs.

They had a very big brawl.

I mean, there were
some moments that
I've heard about

with Donald trying to strangle
my mother and kill her.

That had to be frightening.

My sister, Mary, she had
a very difficult position

in the family,
being the youngest.

She saw it all.

Physical violence, uh,
in the house.

It was like choosing
the lesser of two evils.

It was like you could be
at home with Donald,

or you could be
at Jim and Kathy's

and endure his sexual abuse.

And you also keep it a secret.

One, no one's
gonna believe me.

Like, if I was
to go to my mother,

she was emotionally,
probably unavailable,
at this time.

So I'm not sure
I felt safe going to her.

And you want to go to the zoo
and go ice skating

so you don't wanna
upturn the apple cart.

Because that's the one place
you feel like
you're getting some normalcy.

Getting to be around
what felt like

a more normal environment
than schizophrenia.

And so it's almost like
you were willing
to tolerate it.

Sort of like,
the price you had to pay.

So I don't know
which was worse.

I probably would have been
better off at home
with Donald, for sure.

I would not have
had endured sexual abuse
at the hands of Jim.

Of course,
athletes are in
a competitive situation,

but so are
most teenagers these days.

They compete for approval
and acceptance

and then they compete
pretty well.

My younger brothers
were all good athletes,
as the older ones were.

But we all played hoops
together at the gym,
or swan together.

We were all on the swim teams.

I was really the one that was
in the forefront of hockey.

My brothers were
coming up in the ranks.

Where I was much older,
so I was doing my own thing.

Those four, the younger ones,
Joseph, Mark,
Matthew and Peter,

they were more collectively,
a group.

Very competitive.

I was the best.

Each of us,
we were all selected
to the city All Star teams.

We were very good players,
the whole family.

My youngest brother, Peter,

was a silky smooth
kind of player.
Just glided on the ice.

He was effortless
in the way he played the game.

Where Matt was a little, uh,
rough and tumble
kind of hockey player.

He would go and get
in front of the net
and dig for the pucks.

Joe's defense.

Don't try to skate around him.
He's gonna knock you
in the boards.

We did have some goals
where Joe scored

and both Matthew and I
had both the assists
on the goal.

They're special moments
when all three of you
get a point for the goal.

You know,
the times of our lives,
you know.

You play hockey
and you go out for a pizza
and a beer afterwards.

A lot of nice,
wonderful times growing up

until the boys started
to lose their minds.

One day somebody
had to go to soccer practice.

And I think Joseph
was supposed to take Matthew.

And there was some
basic disagreement around
Joe having to take him

or Joe being in a hurry

or something very,
very simple.

And Joe just took Matt
and threw him down.

And cracked his skull open.

And ended up
having brain surgery.

He had a hemorrhage
on the brain that was bleeding

and he was in the hospital
for a long time

and came home
with his head shaved
and a huge scissor scar

over the course of his head.

We thought they were
just being mean.

Uh, we thought they were, um,
just a little odd, initially,

and then it just progressively
got worse over time.

Dad's political
prowess in Washington
and elsewhere

enabled him
to have great contacts

with some of the wealthiest
people in the country.

So he wrote to these
wealthy people
all over the country

for grants to help out
and they did.

Like the modern day
Robin Hood.

Getting money from the wealthy
to give to the poor.

You know,
what my mother loved about it
was of course,

that it gave us access
to the arts.

And the federal funds
that were coming to the States
for the arts and humanities

to include the Santa Fe Opera
and Ballet West
and the Symphony

and all these things
were suddenly
at my mother's fingertips.

They enjoyed the people
that were involved
in that community.

They had
a music festival
up in Aspen, Colorado,

and I think one summer
they even brought
the New York Ballet in

to participate
with Ballet West.

My dad was on the cusp
of really having
a lifelong career

that would have been so lovely
for both of them.

And then they've got
this suicide murder

and this schizophrenic son
at home, Donald.

And then the chaos
of the ambulance
and the police coming

and them taking him away
all the time.

I think the strain
was just too great for him.

Because he would get up
and take Peter
to hockey practice

in the morning
on his way to Denver.

So, here he's getting up
at whatever godly hour
to get Peter to hockey.

I think he just...
It was all too much for him.

He had a massive stroke
in front of my brother Peter.

The ambulance was called,
but he couldn't speak.

He couldn't talk,
he couldn't respond
to my mother.

And so the ambulance came
and took him

and my understanding was
that he was in the hospital

for six months
after a massive stroke.

And then when he came home,

he was quite diminished.

He wasn't himself.

Because suddenly
our income was cut...

enormously.

So suddenly they were
having to figure out
how to rub nickels together.

And so I think that my parents
went under enormous
financial duress at that time.

There were no more
trips to go to Aspen

or to Salt Lake
or Santa Fe for the opera.

The Social Security
replaced the income
from the foundation.

It took away the sails
of the winds of the family,

because dad was the leader,
he was leading us
into greatness

and riches beyond imagination.

For Peter, having witnessed
my father's stroke,

I'm sure that was
a pretty big impact.

And they say schizophrenia,
while maybe it's genetic,

perhaps it's a traumatic event
that triggers it.

Peter was
a little troublemaker.

Talk about mischievous,
I mean, look at that.

That is so Peter.

He was always
trying to keep up with
his big brothers, you know.

You know, he was the one
that would put

the whoopee cushion
on someone's seat.

Or he would short sheet a bed.

Or he would put cellophane
on the toilet,

so when you peed,
it came back on you, you know.

He was sort of the trickster.

He was always the one
trying to get you somehow.

And it drove my mom nuts.

She just found it annoying.

You know,
he was just annoying to her.

Mother and Peter
did not get
along unfortunately,

for whatever reason.

Those two just
butted heads all the time.

But he fell ill early.

I think he was probably
stricken with one
of the worst cases.

Don, Jim, Brian,
now Peter.

He became ill
at a much younger age.

You know, 14 years old.

This is September 13th, 1975.

And this is
Peter Eugene Galvin.

Age 14.

He was admitted in September

and went home
two and a half months later,
in November.

That would have been
four months after my father
had had a massive stroke.

"The behavior increased
markedly since
the early summer period.

After a brief improvement,
the patient went
to hockey camp

and again suffered
a serious decompensation.

Wetting his bed,
spitting on the floor.

And a general increase
of aggressive
and bizarre behavior."

Peter just was
severe right off the bat.

Every time I turned around,
it was Peter's doing this,
Peter's doing that.

It was always something
that Peter did
that was not right.

Mother and he
got into an argument,

so he I broke out
every window in the house.

He just would not abide
by what the doctors
were asking him to do.

He was in and out
of the hospital,

I have no idea how many times.

And this was just
this repetitive
revolving door with Peter.

In and out and in and out
and in and out.

Stopping taking
the medications.

And he would run away
and get in trouble

and my parents just had
such a difficult time
managing him and his illness.

My initial
interactions with Peter
were very frustrating.

He could be
a very difficult patient

and he was very unpleasant.

And, uh, not all people had
very fond memories of Peter

when you brought him up
or you discussed him
uh, with other colleagues.

I've seen both sides of Peter.

I've seen the angry,
irritable, paranoid,

accusatory side of Peter
and, um, he can be violent.

He can be very intimidating
and very
physically threatening.

Mom and dad
would call the police
to come get him.

We can't handle him anymore.

And that's with all the boys.

I know Margaret,

she's number 11,
I guess you'd call her,

had her life threatened.

She told me that.

But didn't say
who threatened her.

And she has probably
a very extreme difficult time

to, uh, confront
and look people in the eye
of her own family members.

I know
my sister, Margaret,
was afraid of Donald.

Always afraid of him.

Margaret and Donald
had a pretty serious conflict
that I witnessed

where Donald pulled the phone
out of the wall.

And I remember it
quite clearly.

And it scared her, horribly.

Margaret told me
that at one point,
and I didn't witness this,

that Donald
threatened her life.

And 'cause I think there was
maybe more to Margaret

being the choice
to go to the Gary's.

Sam and Nancy Gary
were good friends

of my parents before
the schizophrenia struck.

I've heard stories,
I don't know them all,
but I've heard a lot of them.

How they forged
their relationship
because of the arts.

Dad had gone to Sam
and asked him for money
for Ballet West.

I think it was $10 million.

They did a lot of parties
at Sam Gary's home.

They had a beautiful home
in Cherry Hills.

We'd go visit.
We got to swim in the pool
and jump on the trampoline.

And there was a big gymnasium
and you know,
we loved going there as kids.

After the disease
got a hold of my brothers,

the house was not suitable
for my sister
to live in any more

because of the violence
and things that went on.

The Garys stepped in
and took Margaret

and, uh, we were all
very grateful for that.

The same time
that they took Margaret,
Mary was devastated.

My mother has described
the story as that Nancy
just called to check on her

because of Don.

And I think my mom
just lost it
'cause somebody asked.

It wasn't like my mother
to break down in tears
to anybody.

And she did.

And Nancy said,
"What can I do to help?"

My mother said,
"I have no idea."

And she said,
"Well, send me Margaret.

I'll take Margaret
off your hands."

And that was that.
It was decided.

I saw it as, "Oh, my God.
She gets to go live
in this gorgeous home

in Denver
with all the fancy people."

I didn't understand
why Margaret got to
be there...

...and I didn't.

I did not understand that.

Why was I left to live
with three schizophrenics?

I was angry.

I was furious.

But I couldn't show it.

Because being angry meant
that maybe you were
becoming mentally ill.

Raising your voice,
yelling and screaming,

or crying was what people
with mental illness did.

I was away to college
when Matt became ill.

When he was
becoming psychotic.

And we were hockey teammates
and soccer teammates, uh,

on a regular basis
through our young years.

Matthew and Peter,
the last two siblings,

when they became mentally ill,

they were different people
than I could have imagined.

Matt was definitely
my protector.

He hung out with me,
he was willing to give me
the time of day,

even though
he was in high school.

And we drove
to soccer practice
every day together

and played The Beatles
on the cassette
and sang songs.

He was somebody else
that I could spend time with
that was not Jim.

I remember Matt becoming ill.

Peter was pestering me,
as Peter liked to do.

I remember saying,
"Matt, Peter's teasing me."

And Matt asking him
to please stop.

And Matt got on top of Peter

and started choking him.

And I became extremely afraid

of him killing him.

And I ran up
to my parent's room
and locked the door.

Matt pounded on the door,
tried to break it down.
I was terrified.

But I remember being alone
in my parent's room

having called the police
and the police having come
and taken Matt.

And then he was hospitalized
for 40 years at Pueblo.

Good to see you.

Who are you? What's your name?

Paul McCartney,
Wings Over America.

I have a record
in my record collection
that proves this.

It's in a storage unit
over on Bethune Academy.

You name
is Paul McCartney?

Yeah, Paul McCartney Wings.
It's her real name.

Like I said,
I got a picture right here.

I got the tapes
right here in my pocket.

Let It Be, 1968.

Have you
got schizophrenia?

They say that
I have schizophrenia.

I'm not schizophrenic,
but I have something
called schizophrenia,

which is a synapses
of the brain functioning

in a proper way
because of brain damage.

I might have been
a little schizophrenic

because I was with
a lot of people
who were schizophrenic.

But it doesn't make me
a schizophrenic.

How do
you feel schizophrenia
has a affected your life?

Well, schizophrenia was used
by the doctors
as an excuse to abuse me.

They would actually drug me
with the needle for 20 years.

They put me on Clozaril
for 36 years.

And over the years,
I was just
getting tired of it.

I got tired
of the whole scene.

The whole scene
was just a nightmare.

Because it really didn't
do anything for me.

It just makes me think
that psychiatric medication
is not needed in my life.

I just want to express myself.

But what do you do when, uh,

when your friend, John Lennon
gets shot by Mark Chapman.
I'm no Mark Chapman.

"Throughout
the family sessions,
it became apparent that

the mother was unwilling
or unable to hear
unpleasant news.

There is a feeling
of emotional distancing

exhibited by many siblings
in the family.

The family structure
appears to be dominated

by a powerful
and controlling mother.

The patient's father
is undoubtedly handicapped
by his recent stroke.

However, it is not quite clear
how much more of a force
he was before this incident.

The family is
extremely religious
and rigid in their style.

They are not given
permission to disagree

with their parents,
especially mother.

Nor are they able
to tell her anything

which she would
find disapproving."

When these guys
were falling,

one at a time,

I felt that John's mother,

she might have
had a role in it.

I don't know why
I thought that at the time.

But I think that's
all the way the research
was pointing at the time.

They talked about
the schizophrenic mother,

the mother
who raises schizophrenics.

And we wondered
who was gonna be next.

We never thought
Peter would go.

Matthew.
- Matthew. No.

Never thought that--
They were normal kids.

They were just normal people,
normal kids.

What happens
to you early in life,

is a critical imprint
on how your behavior goes.

The schizophrenogenic mother
was this idea that somehow
a mother's behavior

towards the newborn infant
and early child

was the cause
of schizophrenia.

Became a very popular
way of thinking.

There's no question
that many people

who took their children
to caregivers,

whether it be hospital
or psychiatrists,

felt blamed.

The fact
that psychology
at that time and before

blamed a mother,

infuriates me.

And I remember going
to the University of Colorado
in Denver,

with our entire family.

And we were going for therapy.

And I remember
the psychologist in the room

turning the conversation
to it being my mother's fault.

And I remember my mother
getting up and walking out.

Good for her for saying,
"Absolutely not.

I will have nothing
to do with this."

They're like,
"We're not gonna have
any of that hocus pocus."

They turned their efforts
to science and research.

Well, I remember the days
we were thinking

it was the iron in the water
did it to us all.

And when we originally
got into Woodmen Valley,
it came out orange.

And mom and dad,
they got a big
softener machines

and, you know,
we were loading salt

to clean the water up
that we were bathing in.

And I was a little girl
going to get my blood tested
for vitamin deficiencies.

So my mom
was on to this whole,

"Oh, it must have been
not enough B-vitamins
in the diet."

That somehow there was
something to do with nutrition

and linking nutrition
to brain development.

She was searching
for answers everywhere

of what could possibly
have caused this.

I think all
of her close friends knew

it was something
that wasn't her fault.

It wasn't dad's fault.
It just happened.

They were just trying
to keep him home

and take care of him
the best they could

and hopefully that that
wouldn't disrupt the rest
of the family too much.

Can you remember
when you were younger
and you lived

on Hidden Valley Road
with your brothers
and sisters?

Yeah, I remember all that,
but it's like,
I don't want to go back to it

because it's just a nightmare
to remember everything
that happened there.

It was so violent of a home.

Donald Kenyon Galvin
would smash my teeth in.

Knock my teeth in,
I had jaws broken.

My the jawbones were slammed
back behind my ears.

I am half deaf in both ears
because of this.

He made my life
a living nightmare.

You know,
being beaten as child,

carrying a cross
into a graveyard,

being crucified
and resurrected

and I got the scars
to prove it.

From a nail, there's holes
right in my wrist here.

There's a hole
right in that wrist

and on both sides of my body.

If it weren't
for my mother,
these boys would probably

be in mental hospitals,
with the key thrown away.

She saw to it
that they got the care

to help make them better.

She always felt
there was going to be a cure

and believed me,
she knew more about it

by the time it was done
than most doctors.

She could speak
the same language

as any doctor
anywhere in the world.

She was very
well-educated on it.

Sometimes I wish
my mom, she would have
put them in the hospital.

I didn't really know
what was best for them

and perhaps she knew
better than I

what those boys needed.

And so she decided
to keep 'em home.

I don't think my sisters
would agree
with that decision.

So Donald, Matthew
and Peter were not well

and were living at home...

with me.

One big, happy family.

But Jimmy and Kathy
were still there for me.

And Jim would take Matthew
and Peter and me to do things.

Jim was working
at the Manitou Incline,
which at that time, used to be

a little train that goes up
this mountainside,
straight up.

And it was fun.
You know, Jim worked there.

He was the general manager
of the Manitou Incline

and there were cabins
up at the top

where he stayed
when he was working.

Matthew, Jim and myself
went and played cards.

You know,
I'm 12 or 13 years old

and they're including me
in a grown up party.

It was so cool.

I got to play poker.

Do probably
a few shots of whiskey

and drink beer and...

I remember it being
kind of a gross place.

Like mattresses on the floor
and kind of
camping out almost.

And I remember Matthew
passing out in the other room.

And Jim coming to me
and I had my period.

He did the same thing
he always did,

forcing himself upon me.

And my being very tiny,
you know, all of 90 pounds,
maybe 80 pounds.

Tiny. And he was
a full grown man.

And he would force me,

my body to open up.

And he was a big guy
and he pulled
the tampon out of me.

And then penetrated.

And I yelled...

for him to stop.

I yelled.

"Please stop. Please stop."

And you know
the biggest reason I yelled?

My fear of getting pregnant.

I was terrified
of being impregnated
by my brother.

I laid there.

He, you know, went off
and went to bed or whatever.

And I laid there in a ball,
just sick.

And I remember
the next morning
wanting to get out of there.

I wanted to go home.

"Take me home.
I want to go home."

When I got the courage
to tell my mother

that this had
happened with Jim,

I just remember saying,
"Mom, I need to talk
to you about something."

She was very dismissive.

Like it was no big deal.

She wasn't horrified.

Because it had
happened to her.

That her stepfather
had sexually abused her
when she was a child.

It was like, "Yeah.
Welcome to being a woman.
Welcome to life."

Joseph was
a wonderful person.

Growing up,
we always I played baseball

and we went fishing and hiking
and rode bikes together.

When he graduated
from high school,

my father really
complimented Joseph

on leaving the house
and getting a job and working.

He got out and he started
working for the airlines.

My dad was really proud
of the way he handled himself

and the way he got into life.

And then it just seems like,
overnight out of the blue,

all of a sudden he was
hearing voices in his head.

Wow. It was just
a big surprise.

When Joe became ill,

I think that was really
the last straw.

I mean, that was just like,
"Oh, you've got
to be kidding me."

Joseph knew
of the problems Matthew,
Peter, Don, Jim were having.

He probably felt
it was happening to him.

Maybe depressed,
being alone triggered it?

And then he came home
and then he followed the suit

of the rest of the boys
who were ill.

He always complained
about hearing voices
in his head...

...when he came home.

He didn't really say
what they were saying,
he just said that he had 'em.

And they would
never leave him alone.

Like it was something
that drove him to distraction.

"God was
telling me to do this."

You know, that's what
he was saying.

"Can't you hear it?
God's telling me to do this.

I'm hearing these voices
in my ears

telling me to do this
and it's bad
and it's not good.

I don't want to do this."

So he was always fighting it.

He couldn't handle the, um...

His schizophrenic
state of being.

You know,
he was able to just say,

"Oh, Mary,
I wish they would just stop.

I just want them to stop."

And he would
often wear headphones
and listen to music

to try to drown them out.

I went out in the car
with him to try to understand
this disease

and I listened to him go on
about the voices in his head

and that he couldn't
get rid of 'em.

And, uh, it was just constant.

Joseph was
the last of them.

And then it was just managing
five boys that were not well.

At 20 years old,
I think I was,

I confronted Jim face to face.

And told him
what I thought of him.

And he told me I was a liar,
that it never happened.

Every time I went home
and he was there
for a family function,

I avoided him like the plague.

And he knew why.

And then he started
to become more and more ill.

Course of time
when I was away at college

and every time
I would go back,

his schizophrenia was worse.

And it became,
he was no longer cool.

He was fat
and his wife had left him

and Jimmy had left.

The two of them had both
run away to California.

I never saw them again.

Jim's breakdowns
came when the divorce
was happening.

And so he's becoming
very weird
and saying weird things

and doing stupid things like
running around
The Broadmoor naked.

I remember him
coming into the house,
irritated,

yelling and screaming
at mother

for being, you know,
in his terms, a bad woman.

And looking at me and says,
"Don't you see this hole
right here in my chest?"

I said, "No, Jim, I don't.

I don't see any hole
in your chest."

"I've been shot.
I've been shot."

I said, "Oh, well.

I don't see it. I'm sorry."

Though I just brushed it off
as another illusion
of his mental illness.

Call it schizophrenia,
call it whatever
but he just had illusions.

Then just went about my life.

Next day, he was passed away.
He's dead. He had left us.

Do you miss him?

Jim? No.

He was nasty, mean.
He was a bad influence
all my life.

He was totally disruptive.

I-- No.

I remember the night
I really felt like
I forgave him.

I got a phone call
that he had died

from, I think my father.

And I remember,
at that moment,

thinking, "That poor soul.

That tortured,
tortured soul."

Yeah, I think Jimmy probably
was one of the worst.

Peter and Jimmy, I think,
were stricken with the worst
violent tendencies.

And unruly tendencies.

Peter was just
tearing up the house.

My mother would call me first,
for whatever reason.

"Can you please come help me
to get rid of Peter
or take him to the hospital?"

"This 18-year-old single,
Caucasian unemployed male

was admitted
on January 25th, 1979.

He had been behaving
in a bizarre,
hyperactive manner,

which was intolerable
to his family.

Upon admission,
he was irrational
and hyperactive.

His behavior
was irritating to others

because of the intrusive,
demanding manner.

During formal staffing,
he would stand up,
walk around the room,

pointing his finger
and banging on the table.

He'd also mimic
the interviewer
and the others in the room

as well as smile
and laugh inappropriately."

They would
evaluate him
and then he would be better

and he would come back,
so it became
that revolving door.

They would give him
some medicines

and he would get better,
come back home.

"Oh, I'm fine. I don't need
to take those medicines."

As soon as he'd
get off the medicines,
he'd get worse.

March, 1980.

"Upon admission,
Peter was orientated,

and was able to recall
names of nursing staff.

However, he was delusional
and grandiose

with a great deal
of religiosity and agitation.

It was necessary to seclude
and restrain him

soon after admission
because of his behavior.

Agitation, a psychotic state.

He was felt to be
somewhat homicidal."

Peter at times,
was in denial about being ill.

I've heard that he would
rather punch out his nurse
than take his meds.

November 18th, 1985.

"Peter Eugene Galvin
is a 25-year-old white single,
unemployed Catholic male,

eighth admission.

Charges of second-degree
assault on a police officer.

Mr. Galvin was previously
found praying in downtown
Colorado Springs

when the police
approached him.

He became upset
and began to get hostile
with a police officer.

Be highly agitated
and experiencing
paranoid ideation.

He was then sent
to Colorado State Hospital
for further evaluation."

♪ The hills are alive

♪ With the sound of music

♪ The songs have been sung

♪ For a thousand years

♪ The hills are alive

♪ With the sound of music

What is your name?

Peter Eugene Galvin.

Son of Dr. D. W Galvin.

Do you feel
that you've got
a mental illness?

No.

I'm all healed up
with all the doctors
and nurses.

I'm all healed up.

And I'm St. Peter who works
at the state hospital.