Wow, read this guy's story:
Introduction
Hello! My name is Sean. I stumbled upon this site through Google because I wanted to share my personal experience being in a residential treatment facility and experiences with a psychologist who specializes in behavior modification.
A little about myself. Today, I am 35 years old, currently on permanent disability, who now has been properly diagnosed with PTSD and major depression. Had I been properly diagnosed long ago, there would be no need for this message today.
How it all started:
When I was 3 years old, I was adopted by my grandparents because my mom was not currently working and she was in the process of a divorce with my biological father. As I got older, on the block where I lived, there was no kids who lived on that block, let alone the same street I was on. So basically, all of my life, I was around older people, and could not relate to kids my own age.
When I was sent away:
In 1980, I was 9 and in the fourth grade at the time. The committee at my home school voted unanimously to send me to a residential treatment center called the Hannah Neil Center for Children. Ironically my fourth grade teacher was one of those who was active on the committee at that time ...
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Very powerful shit, sounds like the Straight and The Seed, same kind of "re-education" bullshit.