I think I know what you're talking about. I didn't graduate from Straight, but split. It wasn't a clean get-away, but a protracted court battle where I got tossed from detention to time-out house, back to a brother's home and then, finally, back to my mother's home after turning 18.
That last stop lasted about 4 days before, on the very first pretense, I found myself in the intake room at the LIFE program for about two hours till I got what I wanted,
the ultimatum. So all I had to do was walk out the door and, this time, she wouldn't try to follow me.
At that point, I ran out of resistance. There wasn't a fight or challenge thrown in front of me. Working and paying 1/3 of the rent on a small apartment was like falling off a log and I didn't know what else to do to fill up my life. It was frightening. The good news is that life has a way of filling itself up. Most other people are not really what you'd call normal either. They're just pretty good at acting normal and keeping their private thoughts and such private. You might have to brush up on that one. I did.
The bad news is that almost everyone I know has a family of origin who they can trust. I don't have that and never will. There was and is no normal for me to get back to, no where to snap to when I snapped out of it. That sucks, but it could be far worse. We could have been born in Bosnia or something, right? So count your blessings too.
But this is far from demonstrating that the authorities must interpose to suppress these vices by commercial prohibitions, nor is it by any means evident that such intervention on the part of the government is really capable of suppressing them or that, even if this end could be attained, it might not therewith open up a Pandora's box of other dangers, no less mischievous than alcoholism and morphinism.
http://www.mises.org/liberal/ch1sec11.asp' target='_new'>Ludwig Von Mises
