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Today has been a rough day.  I was watching Intervention and one of the subjects had went to some Desisto like schools which prompted me to look up the hell I survived in 1993.  This was the same year Saiz went to jail for molesting students.  I found the demons that have been tucked away all those years.  I didn't blend well with the Desisto School.  The brainwashing didn't work on me.  This did not bode well with the staff or Michael.  All of the stories are true.  From the very first day I came to the day I left I was leashed.  I never took one shower or went to the bathroom without someone watching. Hah that was when I was actually allowed a shower.  I was eventually 24hour leashed.  I forgot the term for that.  I remember a girl sleeping by each window and door and one watching me in the dark.  I don't remember attending school more then once.  Instead I remember hours upon hours of manual labor.  I vaguely remember a fire and carrying extremely heavy bed frames across campus.  I was not allowed eye contact with others and when my Dad finally came to get me my dorm parent actually admitted that she had singled me out and abused me.  The rapes, starvings, the restraining, the beatings, they all happened.  And Jesus the kids that ran away over and over only to return because they were so brainwashed they didn't know what to do once they got out.  Why my parents  never did anything I'm not sure.  Perhaps the brainwashing had more effect on them then they realize.  Honestly like many kids who were left there to be forgotten about I think they didn't want to deal with the atrocities that they were essentially responsible for.  To this day I cannot bring it up.  The terms alone, the farm, cornering, sheeting make me want to vomit.  I sit here with tear stained cheeks and a lump in my throat wondering what ever happened to those kids.  I remember only a few names.  Dana, Joy, Logan, Clair, Sloan.  Jamal he was from NY.  And this other kid who was in the gang Latin Kings and was known by his street name though I can't remember now.  I am 35 my name is Bonnie. I was there when I was in h.s.  I was never the same.  No one that hasn't been there can understand what we went through.  Though we may never be "right", we are survivors.  I came across this on the web.  http://www.desolatemetropolis.com/dm/ar ... to-school/.  The only breath of relief I have is that Desisto and his so called school are both dead.  May the horrors we experienced die with them.