I had forgotten all about that horrible quiet room and the bad things that took place in there when my memory was suddenly triggered at the most inopportune time in my early twenties. It was during a planned hospital stay to give birth to my first child that I made a horrifying connection. The door to the quiet room was just like the privacy door in my birthing suite.
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