Psychiatric Bridges

A Little while ago Mrs. A., a housewife in ^rpington, went on a bus. Though it sounds the east remarkable thing in the world, it was a tr'Umph in its way?because Mrs. A. had for Months had a fear of leaving her own house, which dipped her with a panic hand if she as much as stepped across the threshold. Marooned in her semi-detached just as irrevocably, it seemed, as a castaway, Mrs. A. had reached l^e point when the only solution appeared to be another spell in a mental hospital. She had already spent some weeks in one as an in-patient. But it didn't come to that. Mrs. A's bus ride was one of the small victories of a psychiatric social club?a club to help people with mental illness