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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Rachael on July 08, 2005, 08:20:00 PM
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Anyhow, today is my 1-year anniversary of sobreity, and subsequently my 1-year anniversary of entering the "AARC Family". In approximately 3 weeks I will again celebrate another anniversary, except this one will be "1 Year AARC-Free"... Say, I wonder if AA gives out keychains for that one? :razz:
Hey, I really like this idea. Let's everyone post our true anniversaries, the ones we have to look forward to. I'll start:
August 7, 2005: The third anniversary of my sobriety.
August 17, 2005: The first anniversary of the first time I felt truly safe in 2 1/2 years. (Also the first anniversary of my 18th birthday.)
August 21, 2005: The third anniversary of having been incarcerated against my will, against my rights and against the law in an abusive institution that proceeded to attempt the complete destruction of my self.
Mid-October 2005: The third anniversary of having lost all sense of self, all dignity, and all hope.
Mid-November 2005: The third anniversary of a most grotesque abuse of authority by an oldcomer. I was forced to stand in the bathroom with my oldcomer while she defecated. She proceeded to wipe herself with her hand. Then she approached me and forced her hand in my mouth.
Day After: The third anniversary of having been publicly chastised and humiliated for having spit out the water I'd had in my mouth during the incident.
Late November 2005: The third anniversary of a rape. In the dark of the AARC laundryroom where I'd been led by my oldcomer. At least three. none of whom I can Identify. Also the third anniversary of having lost the will to move, the will to fight, the will to live, the will to speak. I died inside that afternoon, and I'm still trying to get back. I can't speak anymore of that now.
December 31, 2005: Third anniversary of an escape. I walked out of a host home where the door to the bedroom had been left open and unalarmed. The door to the outside likewise. I ran as fast as I could, terrified and yet fighting against the urge to return, in bare feet. It was 3am, there was snow and I was in my pyjamas. I thought nothing, I just ran.
January 1, 2006: Third anniversary of reading a book for the first time in six months. Also, third anniversary of touching a piano for the first time in six months.
February 2006: Third anniversary of my first day at school post-AARC. I'd convinced myself (through considerable aid from AARC) that I was incompetent, unintelligent, patently lazy, and that I'd never yet accomplished a thing in my life. So I redid a full year of courses, believing that the marks I'd achieved previously at the gifted high school I'd been attending before AARC weren't good enough.
June 2006: Third anniversary of having spoken with someone unrelated to me since AARC. It took me that long to be able to speak.
June 2006: Third anniversary of my achievment of a 94% average, the second highest in my school.
July 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I'd laughed in close to a year.
Christmas 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I was able to kiss my sisters and tell them I loved them in a year and a half.
July 8, 2006: The first anniversary of having explicitly told someone of being raped. The first anniversary of breaking a destructive silence. The fisrt anniversary of choosing to never be victimized by this agin. The first anniversary of a very great anger. The first anniversary of an end to allowing this violence to continue.
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Rachel, I cannot possibly comprehend how much anger and loathing you must feel about the events that you recounted or for the institution wherein they were allowed to transpire, but I really wouldn't feel right if I didn't thank you for coming forward with your story. I thank you simply out of my own hope that your story will help any other silent sufferers come forth with their own tragic experiences.
I commend and respect your bravery in helping to expose AARC (Dean Vause & co.) and its (their) twisted take on "rehabilitation" and "love" for what it really is: barbaric, sick and unnatural on all levels of basic humanity.
I still cannot understand how an organization that violates, no, blatantly trounces upon so many basic principles of moral and ethical nature can get away with it without a second though or the bat of an eyelash. The Albertan Government's subsidization of this place makes me sick and all too conscious of how much worse VAARC will be in all regards.
--M
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I agree with the last poster. Thank you for sharing your experience here! You are a very strong person to be able to get through everything that you have.
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Hey, I really like this idea. Let's everyone post our true anniversaries, the ones we have to look forward to. I'll start:
August 7, 2005: The third anniversary of my sobriety.
August 17, 2005: The first anniversary of the first time I felt truly safe in 2 1/2 years. (Also the first anniversary of my 18th birthday.)
August 21, 2005: The third anniversary of having been incarcerated against my will, against my rights and against the law in an abusive institution that proceeded to attempt the complete destruction of my self.
Mid-October 2005: The third anniversary of having lost all sense of self, all dignity, and all hope.
Mid-November 2005: The third anniversary of a most grotesque abuse of authority by an oldcomer. I was forced to stand in the bathroom with my oldcomer while she defecated. She proceeded to wipe herself with her hand. Then she approached me and forced her hand in my mouth.
Day After: The third anniversary of having been publicly chastised and humiliated for having spit out the water I'd had in my mouth during the incident.
Late November 2005: The third anniversary of a rape. In the dark of the AARC laundryroom where I'd been led by my oldcomer. At least three. none of whom I can Identify. Also the third anniversary of having lost the will to move, the will to fight, the will to live, the will to speak. I died inside that afternoon, and I'm still trying to get back. I can't speak anymore of that now.
December 31, 2005: Third anniversary of an escape. I walked out of a host home where the door to the bedroom had been left open and unalarmed. The door to the outside likewise. I ran as fast as I could, terrified and yet fighting against the urge to return, in bare feet. It was 3am, there was snow and I was in my pyjamas. I thought nothing, I just ran.
January 1, 2006: Third anniversary of reading a book for the first time in six months. Also, third anniversary of touching a piano for the first time in six months.
February 2006: Third anniversary of my first day at school post-AARC. I'd convinced myself (through considerable aid from AARC) that I was incompetent, unintelligent, patently lazy, and that I'd never yet accomplished a thing in my life. So I redid a full year of courses, believing that the marks I'd achieved previously at the gifted high school I'd been attending before AARC weren't good enough.
June 2006: Third anniversary of having spoken with someone unrelated to me since AARC. It took me that long to be able to speak.
June 2006: Third anniversary of my achievment of a 94% average, the second highest in my school.
July 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I'd laughed in close to a year.
Christmas 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I was able to kiss my sisters and tell them I loved them in a year and a half.
July 8, 2006: The first anniversary of having explicitly told someone of being raped. The first anniversary of breaking a destructive silence. The fisrt anniversary of choosing to never be victimized by this agin. The first anniversary of a very great anger. The first anniversary of an end to allowing this violence to continue.
I love this one too!
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I love this one too!
Me too! One of 3 constantly rehashed stories out of hundreds of positive ones.
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Something about people who don't like your church really bugs you AARColytes. You just hate that some people had backbone and moral fibre and didn't give in to AARC like you. You need everybody to believe because you're terrified. Deep down you know it's all the Wizard's Synanon nonsense, and that scares the shit out of you. That's why you can't be content to go to your meetings and fundraisers and tell your stories, because there's nothing else to it. You bought a cult-leader's bullshit. You hate yourselves for it and you hate the people who didn't bow down. You hate yourselves because you inflicted the same creepy mindfuck onto other kids, and you know that what you did was wrong. And you also know that the Wizard's a fake and that he lied to you, but to face that leaves your life without any meaning or direction. So pray on. Keep taunting the people who have the guts to stand up for their rights. You hate them because without your church you're nothing.
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Who are you Ajax? You're simply entertaining.
What's your connection again? Who's scared?
Muuuuahhhhahahahahahaha
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What do I have to be afraid of? I didn't violate people's rights as an oldcomer of staffer of AARC. I haven't spent part of my life vouching for a con-man's faith-healing show.