On 2006-01-17 12:13:00, corecrash wrote:
Ahh..but you are not reading my posts. I told my son that he could stay. His mother told him she wanted him to stay.
If my father had said that to me when I was on the highest phase of my program, I would have assumed it was a fidelity test--a trick--and lied right to his face.
I don't know as I'll have time to catch up w/ this whole thread. But you asked me why I got sent off. I'll tell you why; because my mother had joined a local cult called the Seed about 10 years prior and had put each of her minor kids in their program.
When I hit puberty, I found out (predictably enough) that she was plotting to do the same to me. So I ran away. I hitchhiked to my sister's home in Massachusetts, hoping that she'd let me stay and get a job and just not tell anybody I was there. But she did, and I didn't have the heart to leave her holding the bag for letting me get away. My dear mother could be extremely ruthless and, well, my sister was a decent person just starting a family. I figured I had less liability than she.
Why my mother thought I needed drug treatment, well that's easy ALL teenagers need the Seed, except those who behave about like
Mark David Chappman (who, coincidentally or not, attended the very same, very orthodoxed Presby college up in the hills of Tennessee as my older sister did. Missed each other by only a matter of months, actually)
You can believe me or not, but bear in mind that I'm not some punk kid who's angry w/ her parents. I'm 40 years old. My eldest is 21 now. Trust me on this, we've been through hell and high water. Basically, I paid the ticket, she rode the ride. I wasn't doing anything to get myself locked up, except trying to escape the Seed.
And why? Cause they were strict? Cause I wanted to avoid my problems and just get high? No, none of that. At the age of 16, I got myself to school every day, never skipped or even cut class. I got decent grades, except in algebra (which bedeviled me for 3 years till I finally managed to squeek by) I had had a total of two detentions for clowning around in class, no arrests, no accusations of illegal or antisocial behavior, no fights... nothing. I was just trying to duck and cover and get through the next two years w/o getting brainwashed like my older brothers and sister.
I was TERRIFIED of that! I couldn't articulate it, but there was something very creepy and different about them when they came out the other end. There was this deep sadness and... cowed bearing underlying their blithe, vacant smiles. And they didn't hang around much, either. Sure, they were extremely polite and downright deferent to my mother where they had been yer typical wise assed Irish kids before. But it wasn't respect or affection behind it, it was fear, same as mine. That's why they made themselves scarce. My mom could fit ANYthing into one or more of the "warning signs".
In fact, I just spoke w/ a former Seed staffer a few months back and he confirmed my suspicions. Not only were my parents trying to get me placed there, but they were trying to get my older sister started over as well. For drugs? No. Bad attitude? Not even close. She was too busy working and studying to get into any sort of trouble. It's that they didn't like her boyfriend. Well, I didn't like him either, quite frankly. But you don't club someone over the head and have them brainwashed just because you don't like their choice in friends. Not in the real world, anyway. Only in the TOUGHLOVE hategroup is that sort of thing acceptable.
For whatever reason, the Seed wouldn't take me. I'll never know why. There's not a soul alive anymore who would know and who has more than a nodding acquaintance w/ the truth of the matter. So they kept on looking, just like a hypochondriac (Munchausen by proxy, maybe?) shopping for the "right" doctor. They found Straight, Inc. Might just as easily have found Bethel, as I learned some years later that at least two of my friends got shipped off to the Roloff's for "treatment" not long after I got dissapeared.
So that's my story of how I was held captive and tortured by Republicans for two years. Yeah, I know your story. Not the specific details, but the script is as old as the hills and just as dusty. You started out concerned for your son and took him for evaluation. Through mystical, magical expertise in taming the wild teenager monster, they confirmed your worst fears.
The trouble is, these are no experts and their wild tales of devil worshiping dangerous monsters have about as much veracity as James Frey's million little lies.
You should be allowed to do whatever you want with your own person and property, as long as you don't physically harm the person or property of a nonconsenting other.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0931580587/circlofmiamithem' target='_new'>Peter McWilliams - Ain't Nobody's Business If I Do