What are your memories of how you were or saw kids being restrained by other kids..
I thought long about this last night. It would go something like this :
Sitting on my hands looking down in group for 6 long months. They always sat me between 2 of the biggest girls in group, who would physically force my arms to motivate and hold my face forward. Almost everday I would eventually lash out at the girls next to me ( who were assulting me ) and the girl behind me w/ her hand shoved down my back. Suddenly chairs slamming , people yelling, Noise , lots of noise... Blood .. Scrambling to get me to the floor. Alli*on Would get behind me while others slammed my arms and legs to the floor.. She would force my head into her lap ( Chest up normally , but sometimes face down ) She would straddle my head ( while sitting on the floor ) and cross her legs tightly across my chest and her arms forcing my head down hard into her lap w/ her hands over my mouth. I sturggled to breathe, gasping for air.. The other 4 or more girls would sit on my arms and legs and occasionly sitting my chest /stomach also. I'd be there like that several hours to the entire day.
If I started yelling stuff out , They would carry me to an intake room, where we stayed the rest of the day and often resume this the next day. I hate wood paneling to this very day. If I refused that next day to be restrained in an intake room, Someone would get behind me and knock my legs out from under me, and it would all began again. I was often taken to an intake room and physically restrained including covering my mouth for open meeting nights. All the time I knew my parents were in the next room.
I was battered and bruised the whole time I was in Straight, while staff and Straightlings would tell me , just conform, it will be easier..At the end , Jason Har*is was a god send, he was the clsest thing to someone who cared I could find. ( sorry if he abused others, he was ok to me and said he hated to see me getting restrained everyday) He would take me to the back and tell me I would get out someday. This was but a tick on the watch of Time..
Sometimes People would pick fights w/ me just so they could be on restraining duty. I hated these people at the time, Often thinking of ways to kill them and run away. I'd think about how I could take all the misbehaviors w/ me,and I wouldn't run unless I could save them also.
WHO TRAINED THESE KIDS ON THE PROPER USE OF RESTRAINT
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What gave anyone the right to force my head forward or motivate my arms ?? This was ASSULT, period. I layed there day in and day out gasping for air, afraid I was going to die in Straight and never see the outside again.
Anyways, I'd like to hear what others endured or what you saw happening.
[ This Message was edited by: Withdraw on 2005-09-22 22:42 ]