Do you not have a good enough relationship with Alex's parents? You posting on here makes it seem like you do? I'm confused? They don't trust you with their child? I'm not clear on that?
Listen, because I really don't like having to repeat myself. When I was in Cross Creek I shared an inappropriate relationship with the owner of the school. I was going to be in there no matter what until the age of 18. I basically told the owner I would tell everyone what was going on unless he had me transferred to a real boarding school. I had already been in these types of schools for 4 1/2 years. I had 1 1/2 years to go. It was either me killing myself, or blackmailing him for my freedom. So, yes I blackmailed him, okay?!! Anyway, he told me I could say whatever I wanted because he would have me shipped off to Wilderness Camp where nobody would hear from me. So, I told my therapist. Which led to an investigation, which lead him to being kicked off the property of CCM. Then when I heard preperations for my departure, I ran.
They looked for me the first night, I know this because they were chasing after me! After that, I don't think they tried. I say this because they seemed to find every other person who ran. As far as I know I am still the only one that has gotten out that way. After a couple weeks, I called my therapist. He told me to call home. I spoke with my parents, and they agreed to send me money. I guess I wasn't sure what to do at that point. I had been incarcerated since I was 12. I knew nothing about the real world. I never have been in trouble with the law.....but I was now drinking, smoking, experimenting with drugs, and god forbid SEX! I admit, I was on my way to a miserable life.
My Aunt wanted to adopt me starting when I was 9, because she saw that my parents (Dad and Step-Mom) weren't good parents. My Dad was 53 when I was born, and had very little patience. My step-mom was a school principal, and ran our house like a school. I was miserable. I think she got off on punishing us (my older brother and I). I was sent off to school, and when my brother died in a freak drowning accident at the club we belonged to it sealed my fate that I was never to return home.
Back to it, my parents didn't want my Aunt and Uncle to adopt me, god forbid she did a better job of raising me then them. Not only that, but what would their friends say?!!
So, my Aunt tracked me down. I am not sure how? I was so bad off when I was 16 and on my own, I had no telephone. I was surprised when I had a neighbor knocking on my apartment door telling me my Aunt was on the payphone. So, I came to Norcal to visit for Christmas. A couple months later I moved in with them, and my life has been nothing but positive since.
I am proud of where I am in life. I look forward to hearing from Alex. It's kind of weird you say you read other peoples stories about their experiences in these places, but you don't think they listen to his conversations with his parents? You don't think the therapist would report on Alex's convo's with his parents? You think they would just let him say whatever he wanted to without consequences?
Wake up!
