strange your friend took to alcohol over the same thing, so did my brother wonder if there's anything in that?
Possibly. Sadly, my friend's brother committed suicide, so he did worse off than my friend.
I was sent to a children's home when I was 14. (read: not a program.) It was rough, and I got my ass kicked by other kids a lot, but I also have very fond memories of the place, and the friends I made there. Sometimes on weekend visits, my parents and I would get into such horrible fights they would take me back early, in tears, and I would be glad for it. "Thank god I'm back!" I would hug my friends. So I can definitely see where your brother is coming from on that. It was a rough place, and there were some bad times, but it sure beat living at home with my mom. The staff were kind, but firm, and there were licensed social workers who worked with us. I learned some hard lessons, but they were valuable ones. Like taking accountability for your words (or else you're going to get pummeled by your classmates), street smarts, working your way up the pecking order and earning respect by standing up to people who fuck with you, having your first job and earning money. I wouldn't trade those years for anything. However, the two and a half years at CEDU, I could have done without. They basically erased all that I had learned up to that point, and twisted it into some mindfuck game. At least at the children's home, I was my own person, and had autonomy, and learned.
I'm not saying I know what kind of school your brother went to, I'm just saying I understand being at a place that wasn't the easiest to get along at, and still preferring it to living at home. Most importantly, it was for my own reasons, as opposed to being brainwashed into thinking I belonged there.
I think I can safely say that my history of multiple placement definitely conditioned out of me the desire to ever live with my parents again.