Claustrophobia On Long Warship Deployments? ...

Silverwall wrote:Unless you have actually Claustrophobia there should be enough space, There are plenty of large spaces such as gyms described in the novels. I am sure that the docking bays could be used for jogging in when not in use for example. Also as above how does this differ from being currently deployed on a carrier or sub?

People with actual psychological issues would almost certainly either have management strategies including pharmaceutical support from the ships surgeon or would be assigned to duty stations on planets or space base assignments where they could serve without triggering their conditions.

Echoes of Honor, Chapter 18 wrote:One of the nicer things about HMS Minotaur's LAC bays was that someone had actually bothered to put some thought into servicing and ammunitioning requirements. Smith's last assignment had been as an assault shuttle section chief aboard HMS Leutzen, and, like every other shuttle maintenance specialist, it seemed as if he'd spent about a third of his on-duty time in a skinsuit or a hardsuit floating around in the zero-gee vacuum of a boat bay while he pulled hull maintenance on one or another of the small craft under his care. In most ways, Minotaur's LACs were simply small craft writ large, and he'd expected to face the same problem, only more so. And he was spending a good bit of time suited up . . . but nowhere near as much of it as he'd anticipated.

The Shadow of Saganami, Chapter 28 wrote:Helen opened the hatch and started to step through it, then stopped abruptly.
She'd discovered the small observation dome early in her second week aboard Hexapuma. It was never used. The optical heads spotted along the cruiser's hull, and especially here between the boat bays, gave multiply overlapping coverage. They allowed the boat bay flight control officer far better visibility from the displays in his command station than any human eye could have provided, even from this marvelously placed perch. But the dome was still here, and, in some emergency, with the normal command station knocked out, someone stationed here might actually do some good. Personally, Helen doubted it, but she didn't really care, either. Whatever the logic of its construction, it gave her a place to sit alone with God's handiwork and think.
It was very quiet in the dome. The hand-thick armorplast blister on the bottom of Hexapuma's central spindle was tougher than thirty or forty centimeters of the best prespace armor imaginable, and the dome boasted its own armored hatch. There were only two comfortable chairs, a communications panel, and the controls required to configure and maneuver the small grav-lens telescope. The quiet whisper of air through the ventilating ducts was the only sound, and the silent presence of the stars was her only companionship whenever she came here to be alone. To think. To work her way through things . . . like the carnage and butchery she'd seen aboard Anhur.
And that made it a very precious treasure aboard a warship, where privacy was always all but impossible.
Which was why she felt a sudden, burning sense of resentment when she discovered that someone else had discovered her refuge. And not just any someone.

HB of CJ wrote:In the Honorverse, how do warship crewman keep from going bonkers on very long and extended military starship deployments?

We have seen a little bit about officer or flag rank facilities, but what about those many lowly crewmen forward of that imaginary mast?

HB of CJ wrote:In the Honorverse, how do warship crewman keep from going bonkers on very long and extended military starship deployments?

We have seen a little bit about officer or flag rank facilities, but what about those many lowly crewmen forward of that imaginary mast?

Years ago six, (6) of us nearly went crazy just spending three, (3) days very cooped up with each other. How about in the future?

Kinda difficult to take some needed time off going out on deck and enjoying that crisp ocean sun and breeze when in deep cold space. Yikes!

Vince wrote:Most of the volume in a docking bay is permanently exposed to vacuum:

Echoes of Honor, Chapter 18 wrote:One of the nicer things about HMS Minotaur's LAC bays was that someone had actually bothered to put some thought into servicing and ammunitioning requirements. Smith's last assignment had been as an assault shuttle section chief aboard HMS Leutzen, and, like every other shuttle maintenance specialist, it seemed as if he'd spent about a third of his on-duty time in a skinsuit or a hardsuit floating around in the zero-gee vacuum of a boat bay while he pulled hull maintenance on one or another of the small craft under his care. In most ways, Minotaur's LACs were simply small craft writ large, and he'd expected to face the same problem, only more so. And he was spending a good bit of time suited up . . . but nowhere near as much of it as he'd anticipated.

And although open spaces with breathable atmosphere exist which would alleviate claustrophobia, areas that provide privacy are in much smaller supply:

The Shadow of Saganami, Chapter 28 wrote:Helen opened the hatch and started to step through it, then stopped abruptly.
She'd discovered the small observation dome early in her second week aboard Hexapuma. It was never used. The optical heads spotted along the cruiser's hull, and especially here between the boat bays, gave multiply overlapping coverage. They allowed the boat bay flight control officer far better visibility from the displays in his command station than any human eye could have provided, even from this marvelously placed perch. But the dome was still here, and, in some emergency, with the normal command station knocked out, someone stationed here might actually do some good. Personally, Helen doubted it, but she didn't really care, either. Whatever the logic of its construction, it gave her a place to sit alone with God's handiwork and think.
It was very quiet in the dome. The hand-thick armorplast blister on the bottom of Hexapuma's central spindle was tougher than thirty or forty centimeters of the best prespace armor imaginable, and the dome boasted its own armored hatch. There were only two comfortable chairs, a communications panel, and the controls required to configure and maneuver the small grav-lens telescope. The quiet whisper of air through the ventilating ducts was the only sound, and the silent presence of the stars was her only companionship whenever she came here to be alone. To think. To work her way through things . . . like the carnage and butchery she'd seen aboard Anhur.
And that made it a very precious treasure aboard a warship, where privacy was always all but impossible.
Which was why she felt a sudden, burning sense of resentment when she discovered that someone else had discovered her refuge. And not just any someone.

Italics in the above quotes are the author's, boldface and underlined text is my emphasis.

Silverwall wrote:That may be so on the maintinance yet EVERY other instance we actually see of a boat bay it is a large open space that is preassurised. Boat bay in the peep bc in Honor of the Queen was big and open and had atmosphere, ditto the boat bays on Tepes, Similarly the boat bays on Minataur is described as being big enough for a draft of at least 100 to form up in ranks with grav lockers to await assignment. Also every scene where someone arrives on ship there is clearly a big old space for deploying ranks of marine honor guards and buglers.

In all these cases we explicitly see people without skinsuits taking actions in the boat bays. In fact other than docking tubes that read like they are comming in from outside the hull everything else reads like docking bay 19 on the deathstar.