When I was a small child, my parents took me to see Milos Forman's One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, a dramatic tale of insanity and how society deals with it, or did at the time. This movie had tremendous impact on my views of mental health, though, probably distorted because of my age and ability-to-understand the complex subject before me, I ended up with a romanticized/cynicalized view of being institutionalized. As I grew older, and spent time in places like Shelterwood, I think I became convinced that I was so wierd, it seemed inevitable that someday I would end up in permanent psychiatric care.
funny thing is, up until today, I'd always thought the movie was a Stanley Kubrick. d'oh