I remember the "big day" when all the Ed Cons came. Kids on restriction did manual labor to make everything look nice then they were hidden away.
I had to go pretend to be having an impromptu poetry read in the gym while they were touring there. Then we were sent back to Reals.
OH! I forgot this, but that day we had 3 or 4 strangers (I assume Ed Cons) sit in on our Reals and out of NOWHERE my counselors accuse my of being bulimic, which was bullshit and they knew it.
They had me crying, I was so frustrated at being used like that (guess it was a "slow news day" for my PG and they needed SOMETHING to talk about.)
So, I'm all indignant and honestly offended at this accusation, and crying from frustration, and some random Ed Con lady mistakes my tears of anger for tears of guilt and jumps in and starts trying to psychoanalyze me!
That was definitely a highlight of humiliation. EVERYONE but the Ed Cons KNEW I didn't have a eating disorder.
Their only "proof" was that I usually wore my hair down and then that week I pulled it back in a ponytail. Until then I had no clue that wearing your hair up in hot weather meant you vomit up your food... oh HLA, you taught me so much.
Oh yeah, as soon as the Ed Cons left the room my counselors completely dropped the subject of bulimia and I NEVER heard a SINGLE WORD about it after.
Being degraded, humiliated, and slandered for the amusement of self-righteous strangers and THEN being forced to perform like a trained seal for them... all to BENEFIT the place you would give your right arm to escape.... Nothing quite compares.