I STARTED my training in psychiatry in 1989 in the old Woodbridge Hospital. Built in 1928 by the British colonial government, it established itself in the imagination and psyche of Singaporeans not only as a sprawling colony of people with mental illness but a place of morbid fascination.
For me, it has been a significant part of my life. I remember walking each morning along the long covered passageways with their metal sheet roofing and over-hanging eaves to see my patients in the wards.
