I hated the process of visiting Mom behind those locked doors. Passing in or out you always had a group of inmates trying to get out. Pitiful souls. Always shuffling up and down the hall until they wore themselves out. Like fish constantly circling a huge aquarium in an endless circle.
Or all the old folks sitting in upholstered chairs in the community room. Just staring at each other. There was always one of the attendants sitting with them in case one tried to get up and escape (my Mom especially). Thank goodness for those places though.