Back in the 70’s, my little sister was horsing around and got her head stuck in a turnstile, at the entrance to a drugstore, in the local shopping mall. Firemen came to help.
For weeks, we brought her food and water. Drugstore customers took to using a different entrance. Soon we were bringing her clothing and things to read. Somehow she got a university degree in art therapy – I think it was a correspondence course.
Anyway, that drugstore is long gone. The shopping mall has long since been torn down, but my little sister is still stuck there. If there is a lesson to be learned, she’d be the one to tell you.