I am amazed at all of this, I lived it and I'm still amazed. I just can't believe places like PV are allowed to exist. I'm reading about the Civil Rights movement again and it reminds me of how the police acted. There is no legal recourse, the legal recourse is the problem. Also the parents of kids at PV are so often abusive. As an adult I realize just how over the top my family is. They are horribly abusive, no joke, they are very extreme and so abusive, to this day they are horrible people, I am not being mean, I love them, although I am starting to distance myself from having any feelings toward them other than those of an adult toward abusive people who have had and still do have far to much power over me. they are very very abusive, and places like the village just allow very abusive parents to not only put you in a prison camp, like some third world country, but to discredit you for the future, so they can continue to abuse you and you will always be the one the law is against, this was very hard for me after leaving the Village at eighteen, practically, it is important, if your parent kicks you out and you try to get help from the authorities, you are the one at fault, my mother to this day threatens me with the police, even though I am a A B college student, who doesn't even drink. My mother is very abusive and not all together rational, It is such an odd situation but I moved back home as an adult because I was assaulted by a stranger in my apartment complex, true I swear, and not unrealistic, I filed a police report, but nobody believes me anyway, so I moved home to finish college I have a year left, and to work in retail, so I make very little money and work very hard. I don't do anything, I am very polite to my parents and I don't even drink much less do any drugs. I work all the time. My parents are very abusive, and i was put in PV for being molested at fourteen by a stalker. I was there for two years and my horrible parents were ok with this, my mother is very negative about me, last week she said i was a cat in heat, and at twelve i was asking for it, yes twelve because I bought a workout outfit and went out jogging in the morning with my friend, at twelve and i was catting and slinking along looking for a gangster? At twelve. She is nuts and very abusive, she lacks all empathy and compassion. She threatens me all the time with calling the police, I don't say or do anything, because i'm afraid of her, because she will, she will yell for days about nothing. I don't say anything to her except perhaps this is abusive and out of proportion. I say nothing to her at all, she will yell for a week the most horrible things you could say to me, often in the same line as the above, twelve year old cat and such. Yesterday she threatened to call the police because I was moving a cage for my cats out onto the porch so they could enjoy the sun. She didn't want me to argue with her about it. I wasn't but it was a preemptive threat. The week before she screamed at me for a week again with horrible bizarre things, my grandmother wore a nightgown you could see her*&^ through. My herb sachet in the bathroom was a &^%. And if I say anything back to her, she threatens me with calling the police, she says the village said you were bi polar so we can have you committed. I'm not bi polar, I'm never manic, and I don't feel depressed in fits, or depressed at all, chemically I think I'm really sane otherwise this would be far too much. I feel almost happy most the time, which is saying a lot considering where I am living. Of course she has all the power, I got angry once, once, and this situation is all the time, because my father would not help me move out and i don't make enough to otherwise, of course my parents are well off and driving around in a brand new Mercedes, and I threw a cloth and paper mache doll at the floor so my mother called the police. I had to go to work and the cops told my parents that the could take me away right then, because I threw a cloth doll at the floor. Last week all the yelling, on her part, I was to scared to say anything, was because i used up all the cleaner for her steam cleaner, in the upstairs closet, there was more downstairs and she yelled for a week, the most horrible abusive things she could think to say, and if I would so much as say stop, please don't empty my drawer on the floor, or that's horrible mom. Please stop, this is abusive. She'll be in the house five minutes and I'm crying. Then the next day she'll buy you something be happy and fine, but again anything sets her off, and she polices everything I do. Things like don't eat all of that, I don't want to have to hide it from you, and then she'll actually hide the chicken salad even though I am not eating an odd amount of chicken salad. She will correct me, and I'm a responsible adult, I was counting like seven times on one trip to the kitchen, put this here, don't put that there, there's no need to move that cup, even though the cup is just on the counter? But they won't help me move out even though I could pay for most of it, they discourage it even. It's like living under the Taliban, or in China. Or a hundred years ago. The sexual prejudice is amazing here, It's like all the bad examples from a Women’s Studies class except they believe them. I haven't been on a date sense I moved home and I’m nice looking, I don't know any body in the area where my parents live, I'm completely isolated, I live of campus and I can't talk about this work for sure, i work in a book store. I'm trapped in some other horrible century and my parents are rich and very abusive and I have no recourse and they can do whatever within some reason they want to me. Things can be sort of normal for periods of time and I'm so busy outside of home I can avoid but I very afraid and I am a ordinary person, and my life is terribly abusive and it should not be like this in this country today. I have post traumatic stress too, from being in the village for almost two years and being stalked and molest and my abusive family. I shake when I talk about anything personal or sometimes just at all, and I have nightmares and I have trouble talking to people which leads me to be more isolated. I know I have to move out, I'm looking for roommates, but from a sociological perspective the villages effects on the victims, and yes victims, young girls, are as all encompassing as they would be under the Taliban, and there should be laws, lawyers something, I don't want to disappear again. And when you read this I know you are not believing me you are thinking oh she must be nuts so they have a right, but I'm not and I’m desperately fighting for my life like someone in China by not pissing off the communist party or in South, where I live, not long ago, don't make that KKK guy mad. I read a lot about history and dictatorships and sexism and all sorts of interesting things. I don't think we are really all that free and i think many aspects of this reality are abusive I know the Village and this situation is.