Marc, I don't have sympathy for John, I'd call it empathy. John was not the only staff member in the seed. I don't agree with you when you said,"he perpetrated systematic physhologial abuse." Sure I felt I was emotionally abused in the seed, but to blame it on John is going a little too far. Come on now, it was 1973 when my parents threw me in there. I was abusive to my parents and sisters, but mainly myself. No, I didn't have full awareness of that at the time, and not even during the 10 months I was in the seed. Yet, yrs later I could sit back and pick what I wanted to use, and throw the rest away. But guess what Marc? It was with the help of a counslor. I needed help when I got out of there, yet I had made some very close friends back then.I met my best friend when she got out and we have been friends now for 32yrs. To me that is a rarity, and a true blessing. With the help of this forum, I have been re-united with quite a few friends from back in the days. It feels as if these past 32 yrs did not come between people I learned to truely love for the first time in my life.
When I said "grow up", I was speaking to some people who CHOOSE to spew venom at each other. The way I see it is this. If people who were in the seed are still messed up and angry, they need some help. Anger only hurts the one who carrries it in their heart, not the people they are angry with. Know what I'm saying? I know some people are still pretty messed up. I can't even mention the seed without my sister telling me she doesn't want to talk about it. She took only 1 hit off a joint when she was 14, but my parents were told, if she doesn't come in I cannot go home. Now is that a non-founded threat or what? I shotgunned her with more weed, as I locked her in the bathroom, then she ever smoked. She hated the stuff.
So, Marc, I will be honest with you and I don't care what anyone else here or anywhere thinks about what I'm going to say. In 1979, 6 yrs after the seed, I accepted Jesus Christ into my life. Then and only then was I able to let go and let God. My faith has helped me get through a divorce from a cheating husband, being homeless 3 times with a month old baby and a newborn, going to college(@ 30) to get my RN, while raising two small children, and getting hurt at work, which caused me to have 11 surgeries, and being disabled since 1991, and a heart attack on top of that in 2001. So life isn't always a bed of roses, but it can still be beautiful with a positive attitude, and beliving in "Someone greater then myself Who has restored me to sanity". So, that's my story Marc. I have some fond memories of the seed, thanks to Susie Conners who took me under her wing at my old timers house where female staff lived. But I also had some horrid times in there. We agree on that don't we? Take care.