Hey Morli, :smile:
No offense taken at all.
We both know what went on in Richardson, for me it became a violent experience within 10 minutes entering The Group.
I too, would like to know more info. about those in charge, and more about staff names, admittance policies, crisis control and management, hiring req's., . . . those sorts of things. If these people are still "practicing" they need to be watched.
From what I've learned, these replacement facilities seriously network with one another and have some of these "rehab's" former employees on payroll.
On a different note, sometimes I like to blame it on the SADD disorder, but Christmas and Thanksgiving simply don't represent the special meaning before Straight Inc. Before yesterday, I hadn't seen my Dad since X-mas 2000, and even longer with my mom. It's hard to get enthused around family and put your fake on, when you know they were laughing and having a great time - while I despatate, lonely, angry as Hell, and was considering hurting and/or killing my oldcomer with a toilet top and escaping that strange, filthy home. Thanks to a few choice host families, X-mas songs make me sick to my stomach - almost physically.
One host family would actually take our food away if we didn't eat it in within 2-3 minutes.
Who am I, Homer Simpson? When they took it from the newbies the parents actually laughed about it - it was a daily kick for them. They would also let everyone wrestle in the bedroom all the time. I remember one time I got so mad cause I had no desire to partake in that shit, that I shoved a guys head through the fucking window.
Parents weren't too happy. I smiled all day.
To this day, while I do forgive my folks to some degree, I still find it impossible to believe that as grown adults (40+) in 1988, that they heard and witnessed all the violence and neglect and thought all was peachy keen. I told them everything I had seen that I had buried deep down - even though I had been threatened by 5th phaseres and other 4th phasers not to say anything.
When I decided to plan my escape I told my parents everything a few days before I ran. They were livid with me and didn't do anything but threaten to send me back to my probation officer IOW(jail). Lucky for me they didn't know I was leaving in a few days when I got paid at work!
They were pissed even though they had seen the bruises appearing on my newbies, seen the dried blood on clothing, the unexplained swelling, CARVINGS on flesh.
So I was homeless until a former co-worker took me in. That person slipped me a mickey and I was abused me even more - but that's a much longer and different story.
Eventually, the folks did come to somewhat of a realization (not quite self-actualization, but we're all working on that one), that all those MI's they read at night, where my new comers were describing physical and emotional abuse in that building just might hold some truth.
Voila! My folks let me come home. Amazing, since we had yet to address the fact that I had run from a court order to be there. They were now protecting me? Hiding me? Telling me not to answer the door. Stay inside where it's safe.
Today, if I bring up the subject they don't say anything. I can't get but a word or two if that, more like a grunt.
This site though, has helped me look more to the future now, and letting some of the past go along with other survivors has helped.
Gotta agree with you about Texas.
With people like Dubya, Tom Delay, Rylander and the like, we have some of the biggest boneheaded politicians around. Tom Delay probably scares his own Mom.
It would be awesome,however, to meet you and Rich (and anyone else from Richardson/Irving) who has found this forum, and who agrees that Straight was pure mind control.
Having a cookout at the lake and burning a few Straight Exec's at the stake maybe?
That would be fun.
Peace to all.
David
Richardson 88/89
It grieved me then and now grieves me again when I direct my mind to what I saw; and more than usual, I curb my talent, that it not run where virtue does not guide; so that, if my kind star or something better has given me that Gift, I not abuse it.
The Inferno - Dante Alighieri
