At one point in Edgar Allan Poe’s Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket, Pym, who has stowed away in the hold of a whaling vessel, believes he has been abandoned and that the hold will be his tomb. He expressed sensations of “extreme horror and dismay,” and “the most gloomy imagining, in which the dreadful deaths of thirst, famine, suffocation, and premature interment, crowded in as the prominent disasters to be encountered.”
It is probably uncommon for hospitalized patients to feel as gloomy as Pym. Nevertheless, installed in a strange institution, separated from friends and family, forced to wear a degrading costume, confined to bed, and attended to by a variety of strangers who may or may not keep the patient informed of what they are doing, the average patient is intimidated and disoriented. Such an environment encourages dependence and discourages the assertion of individual rights.
As the physician-director of Boston’s Beth Israel Hospital has warned: “today’s hospital stands increasingly to become a jungle, whose pathways to the uninitiated are poorly marked and fraught with danger. . . .”