On 2005-10-21 23:23:00, Jeannine wrote:
"I was just wondering if you are all still
"Programed" after all this time? No matter how hard I try I can't forget those times. On my second day there I saw someone from the guys side slit his wrists. There was so much blood.I was 15. Its been 16 years and I'll never forget that. People used to run for the door and they were tackled and restrained. If the girl was to strong the guys came over and helped. I was on first phase on and off for almost 8 months. I couldn't go to school! What the f$#% was that about? I have never graduated till this day!"
When were you there, Jeannine? I mean how long?
That's a horrible thing to witness at that age... or any age.
I was there for four months in 1984, so we probably don't know each other. I can't
swear to it, but I seem to remember those back doors being padlocked shut, with a staff member sitting by them for good measure. It was a wild time - and I tend to remember more things that were said, rather than what I saw.
I probably spent a month, maybe two "programmed" after my mother pulled me out. She took at stab at AA (ya, right), so the morning after the pull, I grabbed a highlighter and started highlighting passages in her Big Book. I would mute the sound on the radio or MTV if an artist came on that was considered "Satanic" by Petermann. (We had a special rap about Satanic music, first TV I had seen in months).
It didn't take me long to get dressed up and go out just to prove a point. I caught up with an old friend, we actually bought a bottle of Boonesfarm (cheap wine, if your unfamiliar) just to give the finger to everyone who thought I was such a fuckup. So we drank our wine-pop, danced the night away (at an under 21 club) and I carried on with my merry life on Monday morning. Almost successfully - my mother would invent a new way to "send me off" someplace every 8 to 9 months. There was no place worse than LIFE, IMHO.
The anger went on for about 8 years - although I couldn't figure it out - eventually I pinpointed it, looked at it... rolled it around like a kitten with a ball of yarn, and eventually unravelled it.
The part of the program that I still carry with me was based on this
http://fornits.com/wwf/viewtopic.php?to ... =30#133649 incident. To this day, I hold my breath as I turn into my street for fear my house may have burned down in my absence. But that's the only thing.
Well, that was long-winded. How are you doing? What are you fighting with?
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