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Facility Question and Answers / Peninsula Village Q/A thread
« on: July 17, 2007, 05:28:07 PM »
I can see that you two have a kind of back and forth thing going right now, but I just wanted to interject with a general question about this forum.  I'm new and would like to tell my story.  I assume that starting a new topic would be the best way to go about it.  My question is: Are there any reasons, legal or otherwise, for me not to call out specific staff by their first and/or last names when I am describing my time there?  I certainly have no intention of slandering anyone; the offenses and slights I suffered at PV are horrific enough on their own and need no exaggeration or embellishment.  It will take me awhile, I imagine, to convey my experiences there but I am anxious to share with those of you who have suffered similar experiences or love someone who had to suffer them.

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The Troubled Teen Industry / Peninsula Village Ravaged by Norovirus
« on: July 17, 2007, 04:18:36 PM »
Hi guys,
I've been lurking on this board for a while and this is my first time posting.  I found it by searching "Peninsula Village" with "abuse" because those two are synonymous to me after my stay there from October 2000 - May 2001.  I would like to tell my whole story eventually to anyone who would like to hear it as my time there is something I have never gotten over and probably never fully will.  I still think about it every day and have frequent nightmares.  I just wanted to respond to this post right now to let you guys know that there was a HORRENDOUS outbreak of the rotavirus during my stay there.  I believe it made its way around "camp" during February '01.  There was hardly a patient among us who was not infected and I was disgusted to learn later that it is yet another ass-to-mouth infection.  I still regard that week as one of the most hellish of my life, though it should have been a welcome reprieve because the infected staff were too weak and sick to verbally, emotionally, or physically abuse any of us.  We were quarantined together and they wouldn't separate the sick from the not-yet-sick, so we all got the pleasure of sitting around and waiting to puke and shit our guts out for 5 solid days.  I couldn't even keep down the abhorrent liquid diet of foul, watery broth, 7Up, and Jello.  When my stomach stopped rejecting everything put down and I was starving for a real meal, I was deprived for another three days because they said I had not finished all of my liquid diet while sick and couldn't have real food until I proved I could keep down the liquids.  Irritable and hungry, I was of course restrained for raising my voice in response.  Do they have a word for the opposite of nostalgia?

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