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« on: October 15, 2005, 09:41:00 PM »
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« Reply #1 on: October 16, 2005, 12:09:00 AM »
On my first night I punched my oldcomer in the mouth.  The braces he was wearing kind of got in the way of his lip.  Honestly though this guy was quite big and most likely could have kicked my butt if he felt like it.
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« Reply #2 on: October 16, 2005, 01:29:00 PM »
On my intake I was accused of lying when I said I never tried drugs. That was frustrating to say the least...I didnt know a damn thing about drugs except that I was not even tempted to try any at that point. During the intake I was more bewildered than anything....that is until they started to explain that I would not be leaving...then

All I rememeber is being in a severe state of shock when I was first sat down in group. It was very overwhelming and confusing, especially because I didnt understand why I was there in the first place. The noise of the group motivating scared the shit out of me, and so did witnessing confrontating for the first time. Day one was the beginning of a very long sustained state of fear.

All I remember about the first week was crying myself to sleep..."Why?, Why am I here?" And I remember that the confrontations began...about not "admitting I used drugs." Then my mind began to twist...I remember questioning and doubting myself. Yeah I think its safe to say that week one was pure hell.
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« Reply #3 on: October 16, 2005, 07:34:00 PM »
Nothing unexpected happened at all. I had tried to leave my family, but failed to find solid footing. I'd left home by thumb w/ a back pack's worth of clothing and toiletries because I'd gotten wind that my mom was trying to place me. So, this was it. No getting around it (goin' on a lion hunt... but I'm not afraid!)

There was the coercive intake. Ok, one surprise there. I wasn't sure that higher level staff couldn't really read minds. So when Virgil said he knew, from telltale physiological signs in my eyes, that I had done coke and lots of it, I was mildly surprised that that had evidently been a myth. Only mildly, though.

I knew the whole script, though, and had a little private fun surprising my new jailors by neither submitting mentally or rebelling physically. I was determined that, pot smoking, libido
nurturing and all, I was quite straight enough, thanks. I would comply w/ any reasonable demand w/o complaint and decline politely to take any gifts from these duplicitous strangers or do any thing against my own moral code.

But none of it was a shock. Not the chanting and singing, not the motivating, not the dissenters getting tackled and pinned to the floor. I understood it all from the POV of a 10 vet in a Program family. And I was determined to prove them wrong. There's not much difference between my recollection of my first day and that of any other day till my last. Same shit, different day, thank God we're young and this will soon pass.


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« Reply #4 on: October 16, 2005, 10:38:00 PM »
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« Reply #5 on: October 16, 2005, 10:41:00 PM »
Week one was hell....
I was mislead about Straight, and I just wanted to go home....That was one of the worst times ever in my life....It felt quite surreal to me as well....I couldn't believe things could be so bad


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« Reply #6 on: October 17, 2005, 12:01:00 AM »
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On 2005-10-15 18:41:00, Withdraw wrote:

"What do you remember about Day 1/week 1 or any first impressions? "


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« Reply #7 on: October 17, 2005, 04:31:00 AM »
I was not in Kansas anymore, that was for sure. I was backed up against the wall in front of the entire group. This one fat older girl screaming in my face, spit flying out of her mouth. I was being confronted about what a lousy kid I was as I recall.
Total shock. I had never thought anything like this was possible. I was definately scared. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hit her to show what a bad ass I was or just stand there and take it. I took it, these guys seemed pretty serious.
I liked to run away from home, had just escaped from PI (Private Institute in Georgetown) and my parents had not a clue what to do with me.
The first night when I layed down in this strange bed in this strange house, I put my sneakers under the bed and I was planning how to get out of there. They took my shoes and I believe put them on the outside.
Of course the belt loops were scary, the crap about sharing feelings and drug lists, druggie friends, the lingo and all that was scary.
The cursing was the thing that got me. My mother always said when we left that she got out of there and cussed like a sailor.
I think it was the phasers who taught her that.
Anyway, I could go on and on.
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« Reply #8 on: October 17, 2005, 04:34:00 AM »
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« Reply #9 on: October 17, 2005, 09:02:00 AM »
I never even knew where I was or what was happeneing until well into my first night at the host home.  No one really even told me what was happenening, just lots of questions and weird rules to follow.  Sitting in group with all these people "pssting" and flicking at me to do whatever, I had no clue.  I was in shock.  My mom tricked me into walking into the building, and had I known what I was in for I would have bolted long before that.

They took away almost everything in my bag, gave only part of it back to my mother.

I remember having to desperately think of a "druggie tie" to give up before the end of the week.  I decided on my Skid Row poster inside my closet door, which wasnt even close to being any kind of druggie tie....but it seemed like it fit.  It was "wrong music".
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« Reply #10 on: October 17, 2005, 05:52:00 PM »
I really appreciate being able to read everyone's posts. I am responding to and writing everything, everywhere.
Well, what else could you do? I had an entire house by the lake, living in Montana as a writer fantasy quite a bit. I got really good at playing music inside my head. Especially after the first time i came back, or went to the dentist. then I knew what a precious comodity it was. I remember hearing "Angel" by Aerosmith somewhere out there and played it over and over in my head.
There are other things I could get in to on that topic, but i won't as it will take too long.
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« Reply #11 on: October 17, 2005, 10:09:00 PM »
Yeah the music in your head...so fantastic until it slowly starts to fade away and you really can't remember the details of the songs you tried to hold onto. Then, you start to think you're full of shit for even wanting to ROCK OUT. No rocking out don't ya know.

God but how glorious the first times you get to do all those things....everything became magnified it it's pleasure. Music, any sort of freedom, being able to walk around outside, being about to dress yourself, put on makeup, use hairspray, and of course all sorts of other things that I never even did before became completely compelling, such as oh say...drugs which I never did before, skipping as much school as possible, not to mention sex.
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« Reply #12 on: October 18, 2005, 12:53:00 PM »
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On 2005-10-17 06:02:00, Carmel wrote:

"I never even knew where I was or what was happeneing until well into my first night at the host home.  No one really even told me what was happenening, just lots of questions and weird rules to follow.  Sitting in group with all these people "pssting" and flicking at me to do whatever, I had no clue.  I was in shock.  My mom tricked me into walking into the building, and had I known what I was in for I would have bolted long before that.



They took away almost everything in my bag, gave only part of it back to my mother.



I remember having to desperately think of a "druggie tie" to give up before the end of the week.  I decided on my Skid Row poster inside my closet door, which wasnt even close to being any kind of druggie tie....but it seemed like it fit.  It was "wrong music".
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you know what really gets me?

when i walked...they wouldn't even give me my suitcase back......about a week later, my parents and i went to claim my belongings, and i was missing over half of my clothes...
still pisses me off to this day

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« Reply #13 on: October 18, 2005, 04:13:00 PM »
I understand the part about doubting yourself. many of the things I did in my "druggie past" were done without any drugs in my system. They get you there, you were just a dry druggie. Your mind is out to get you. What if you have another problem altogether that drives you to do wacked out things? That was never addressed, how would it be? There were no real phsychiatrists there to evaluate anything.
Another program I started after I left there said the same thing:
"This is the only disease that tells you you don't have it" Ok, so what if you don't have it? Wouldn't your mind still tell you that you didn't have it?
One of my sisters was scared the entire time that they were going to throw her in there as well as a dry druggie. I remember one of my old comers telling me that my sister wore these pants that proved she was trying to hard to fit in by wearing them.
By the grace of God she was not brought in either. She would probably still not be speaking to me!
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« Reply #14 on: October 18, 2005, 07:40:00 PM »
It was a Saturday afternoon when I was picked up from the hospital and told I was going to see a counselor near Detroit. I walked in and the director Nancy Dolan in her unfeminine navy blue skirt suit and stern face "welcomed" me where I was led to an intake room alone. I viewed my mother one week later in Friday night open meeting while she stood up and told the captive lunatics how I was arrested for minor in possession and fought the police. Woo hoo never mind that I had been raped about 15 minutes before my arrest and was in a drunken frantic state of mind.

So anyways on day one 2 big plain faced chicks did my intake. Apparently, sending in the big girls was supposed to intimidate me or something. They gave me the sign in jargon and said I could go home after 14 days if I didn't have a problem but the only way I could make this happen was to sign in. Considering I had been in a youth home twice, out patient treatment and a hospital before that I really thought I'd be going home in a few weeks. I never imagined I'd be there for 2 years and my mom would stick to her guns. I only thought going to a training school for kids was long term and had no idea a place like this existed outside of prison.

They asked me all sorts of bizarre questions like had I ever had sex with animals. After disclosing my drug use and sexual history I was led to the bathroom to be stripped searched. I was told to bend over and spread my cheeks. Then I was told to squat down like a chicken and cough as I turned in a circle. I stood on a cold tile floor naked as I watched these 2 chicks feel every inch of my clothing. Oh "you aren't allowed to wear boots after today" I was told.

I don't remember the belt loop explanation, but I let them belt loop me into group. I thought they were nice to me and all despite being a little weird and zombie like. I was in a daze of sorts. I really thought I would not be there long. Boy was I wrong.

I watched all these people flapping their arms and just sat there embarrassed thinking "I can't do that." I knew places existed to lock kids away, but I never imagined anything on this level.
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am looking for people who survived Straight in Plymouth, Michigan. I miss a lot of people there and wonder what happened and would like to stay in touch.