After splitting and getting brought back (and, btw, I have never been able to remember anything between the Atlanta airport and sitting in group) I refused to apologize to group.
Chris Casselor stood me up, a bunch of people yelled at me, but I didn't lose my temper (like any of that would have been a big surprise, right?) I just told them I couldn't apologize because it would be against the first and most impotent rule. I said I was sorry I'd let myself get dragged back in. And when someone, can't remember who, told me how I had hurt them by making them doubt their program because, ya know, they'd always looked up to me and then I left and then, like, if I split then maybe the program was full of shit I told them that was very astute, the program IS full of shit.
After about 15 min or so of that, Chris said the words you never want to hear "Who wants to sit on Virginia?!" Arms flailed wildly and several girls were chosen to take me up to the front of the group room, next to the door to the office, right in front of the stairway to the timeout room and obs books upstairs. There I stayed, flat on my back for a couple of hours.
One curious detail that I remember about it, though. I had never been involved in a lot of restraints. I don't remember ever being one of the sitters, but it may have happened. Anyway, I was under the impression that they were actually supposed to just hold me down and not hurt me unless I fought.
So I didn't fight. Till Kim C. put her hand over my mouth and nose so I couldn't breath. I bit her. She shouted and pulled her hand away. Robin P., who was then Jr. Staff, I think, came over and asked what was going on. Kim said "the bitch bit me!" I told Robin why. Then something remarkable happened. She sent Kim back to group.
I'll never forget the look on Kim's face. She was
shocked, frightened and thoroughly confused. She thought she was doing just what she was supposed to do. I'm guessing that's because that's what had been done to her the many, many times this little 13yo spitfire had been the one spread eagle on the concrete.
After a couple of hours, my legs and back were painfully numb. I knew I couldn't fight my way out. And I couldn't explain the problem and ask to adjust my position. "No talking out" meant they would have just hurt me more. So I started shouting "If I miscarry, I'm gonna kill somebody!" Took about two times, I think. I knew very well that I wasn't pregnant. But they didn't know that and I figured that would require medical attention and so cause much more complication than they wanted. It worked. They let me up. I think I wound up in timeout just after the pregnancy test came back negative.
Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
--Denis Diderot, French encyclopedist