As a staff member, I was so freakin' riddled with b.s. I can not even tell you. I felt guilty for giving other kids a hard time- yet scared to be thought of as enabling. Survival instinct took over.
My compassion was overwhelming but my instinct for survival never went away b/c I felt I was never safe from a setback, which was a powerful way to be vulnerable.
I tried as staff, to be "soft," and "caring" - but newton was critiquing my every move so I followed suit like a freakin' robot pansied-ass fool. Continuing the insanity out of fear. I empowered that freak-show of a man for my own self-preservation and I feel sick thinking of my role in that program. I am so sorry for any I hurt in that time. My contribution to the existance of such a place makes me ill. Man, I wish I had it to do all over again! Why was I scared of him? Why did I give him such power over me? I knew he was bullshit all along. As a non- alcoholic, terribly mis-placed teen; his hold on me was much less powerful b/c I did not feel desperate for help and desperate to believe his b.s. - I simply felt trapped and intimidated by his power over my parents. Later, I stayed on as Staff even when I thought my parent's would support me leaving b/c I was full of confusion and that place was my life from 16 to 19 and I was terrified to leave. I was so caught up in the friendships I had there.
Leaving was, to date, the hardest thing I have ever done - and I hate to admit it but the effects of all of that experience has so f-ed me up since when I have least expected it. I left there a basket case on March 8th, 1989 - my Father helped me (forced me) to find the strength. I have often felt robbed and stunted by the whole experience - wondering how life would have proceeded without it. Maybe I was destined to be a f-up, but I don't think so. HE f-ed me up, I think without that place I would have evolved thru my rebellion and been just fine.
I thank God, I am fine today. Happy, healthy, grounded, rational, and OK. Miller & Ruth Ann - you did not break me - you simply forced me thru an experience that left me all the wiser in adult years. I don't take shit from anyone anymore, I filled my quota with you. I think for myself, act for myself and answer to myself.
WHO DO YOU ANSWER TO FOR ALL THE SUFFERING AND DAMAGE YOUR EGO'S CAUSED?