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WWASP Experiences
Anonymous:
Pam should do what she believe what she should do.
Neither me or my brother have ever been at a program, but here is our story about us and our mom.
Many years ago I left my birth home and went to live in an apartment (1 room with kitchen at one of the walls). There I lived for 7 years before moving into an apartment where I would wake up not remembering the dinner I ate the evening before due to the smell. I worked +50 hours while still having time for my passion (marathon and later Ironman). I have been drinking alcohol since I was 15 as it is a part of our culture here in Denmark, but I have never allowed it to take control over my life. The work was hard in a shop with shoplifter ready to go after you with a knife if you took them red-handed. 2 of my co-workers lost their lives. One committed suicide. He couldn't stand the pressure. Another one just did drop down on the floor dying 4 days before the Christmas in 1990. It was hard to give his belongings back to his wife. While they had to bear a huge loss the only comfort was that he died in service which is something we all deep inside long for in a society where we pay more than 50 percent of our income and are no longer entitled to early retirement. A third employer ended up in a lockdown hospital losing his nerves completely. To my knowledge he never recovered and we are speaking of a job I worked in between 1986 and 1993.
But I survived the job and the products I was a part of introducing to the market are now the key component of Microsoft Business Solution. There were days where I ate tuna for weeks. I ate it out of the can, I cooked it or it became a part of a soup. My teeth were damaged due to longtime lack of C-vitamin. I pay for it to this very day with expensive bills.
If we went back to my time in school I was the boy who said maybe 10 words in a day. I was straight a A-student whenever I liked to tease them during written exams. I was from the working class I and my parents did not expect me to do more than just fair in school, so I kept my true potential from anyone most of the time. In my home we didn't dance around the Christmas tree or sang songs together. I didn't even own a record player until I met my wife. Generally I don't enjoy music because it removes focus from my job.
I had very few friends in school primarily because my mother was from a foreign country and while I don’t speak her native language because our experts have researched the area and found out, that learning two languages can damage the possibility for a full integration my mother had to struggle to learn Danish, serve in a job and raise two children. She never had a long period of illness until she retired just this year, but she was of course a survivor born in Finland 1946 in a town bombed down to bricks.
My younger brother was the outspoken kind. He had a lot of friends. But for reasons unknown he dropped out of school after form 9 and worked various jobs with no long-term strategy. I went to business school and continued to study after work combining it with my job and sports.
Unfortunately he got a head injury at one of his jobs and turn to drugs to remove the chronic pains. It took him downhill to inpatient treatment for a bipolar illness (They never discovered his drug use) and a struggle for years just to survive. Last year he dropped the drugs after almost 20 years and is now not even using ordinary tobacco anymore.
Where was our mother in all that? She bailed him out time after time. Now where he is almost 40 she stills comes around and clean his one room apartment. My father died a couple of years ago and we both got some money. I have used some on my house and most them are still in the bank. He has nothing left.
How do I feel about the choices both my parents have made over the years supporting him time after time when things went bad? Answer: I feel nothing. It is really their choice. I live a life which they never have said anything about. I don’t know if they approve of it or not. I have tried to invite my dad while he lived to visit his grandchildren. He was always busy. I saw him maybe two or three times per year and it was always me who had to reach out. I also see both my mother and my brother 3-4 times per year and if I should say something about it, I have no problems about it. We don’t fight. We don’t disagree, but we have nothing to talk about.
I don’t think that a program could have made any difference here. I was raised to survive in a tough business never asking for anything. I did not cry when my co-workers died or even when my father died regardless of the fact that I cared for him as a close relative. My boss hates when we are talking salary, because I never ask for anything while I continue to increase my salary regardless of that.
I don’t understand why my mother wants to save my brother any other day, but it must be her choice. I would never ask her to stop that.
Also Pam should continue to bail her son out if she likes to. It may be that she ends up supporting her son as my mother does with my brother when her son is 38. But it is Pam’s choice.
Anonymous:
--- Quote from: "Shlei" ---It changed my life, My life is solid and I left unscathed. I also made great friendships.
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Did anybody else notice this thread was bumped out of obscurity a few days ago by "Shlei", the mysterious proWWASP alumni who made two one-sentence posts before disappearing, never to be heard from again? "Shlei" must be having quite the chuckle right about now.
:jerry:
Anonymous:
--- Quote from: "Recovering anti-BM" ---Pam should do what she believe what she should do.
Neither me or my brother have ever been at a program, but here is our story about us and our mom.
Many years ago I left my birth home and went to live in an apartment (1 room with kitchen at one of the walls). There I lived for 7 years before moving into an apartment where I would wake up not remembering the dinner I ate the evening before due to the smell. I worked +50 hours while still having time for my passion (marathon and later Ironman). I have been drinking alcohol since I was 15 as it is a part of our culture here in Denmark, but I have never allowed it to take control over my life. The work was hard in a shop with shoplifter ready to go after you with a knife if you took them red-handed. 2 of my co-workers lost their lives. One committed suicide. He couldn't stand the pressure. Another one just did drop down on the floor dying 4 days before the Christmas in 1990. It was hard to give his belongings back to his wife. While they had to bear a huge loss the only comfort was that he died in service which is something we all deep inside long for in a society where we pay more than 50 percent of our income and are no longer entitled to early retirement. A third employer ended up in a lockdown hospital losing his nerves completely. To my knowledge he never recovered and we are speaking of a job I worked in between 1986 and 1993.
But I survived the job and the products I was a part of introducing to the market are now the key component of Microsoft Business Solution. There were days where I ate tuna for weeks. I ate it out of the can, I cooked it or it became a part of a soup. My teeth were damaged due to longtime lack of C-vitamin. I pay for it to this very day with expensive bills.
If we went back to my time in school I was the boy who said maybe 10 words in a day. I was straight a A-student whenever I liked to tease them during written exams. I was from the working class I and my parents did not expect me to do more than just fair in school, so I kept my true potential from anyone most of the time. In my home we didn't dance around the Christmas tree or sang songs together. I didn't even own a record player until I met my wife. Generally I don't enjoy music because it removes focus from my job.
I had very few friends in school primarily because my mother was from a foreign country and while I don’t speak her native language because our experts have researched the area and found out, that learning two languages can damage the possibility for a full integration my mother had to struggle to learn Danish, serve in a job and raise two children. She never had a long period of illness until she retired just this year, but she was of course a survivor born in Finland 1946 in a town bombed down to bricks.
My younger brother was the outspoken kind. He had a lot of friends. But for reasons unknown he dropped out of school after form 9 and worked various jobs with no long-term strategy. I went to business school and continued to study after work combining it with my job and sports.
Unfortunately he got a head injury at one of his jobs and turn to drugs to remove the chronic pains. It took him downhill to inpatient treatment for a bipolar illness (They never discovered his drug use) and a struggle for years just to survive. Last year he dropped the drugs after almost 20 years and is now not even using ordinary tobacco anymore.
Where was our mother in all that? She bailed him out time after time. Now where he is almost 40 she stills comes around and clean his one room apartment. My father died a couple of years ago and we both got some money. I have used some on my house and most them are still in the bank. He has nothing left.
How do I feel about the choices both my parents have made over the years supporting him time after time when things went bad? Answer: I feel nothing. It is really their choice. I live a life which they never have said anything about. I don’t know if they approve of it or not. I have tried to invite my dad while he lived to visit his grandchildren. He was always busy. I saw him maybe two or three times per year and it was always me who had to reach out. I also see both my mother and my brother 3-4 times per year and if I should say something about it, I have no problems about it. We don’t fight. We don’t disagree, but we have nothing to talk about.
I don’t think that a program could have made any difference here. I was raised to survive in a tough business never asking for anything. I did not cry when my co-workers died or even when my father died regardless of the fact that I cared for him as a close relative. My boss hates when we are talking salary, because I never ask for anything while I continue to increase my salary regardless of that.
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that's it. I'm commiting suicide.
You just combined "the stranger," "jude the obscure" and "perfume" in this post of rotten toothed, alienatated, head injured, overworked misery.
--- Quote from: "Recovering anti-BM" ---Another one just did drop down on the floor dying 4 days before the Christmas in 1990. It was hard to give his belongings back to his wife. While they had to bear a huge loss the only comfort was that he died in service which is something we all deep inside long for in a society where we pay more than 50 percent of our income and are no longer entitled to early retirement..
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:eek: So, uh, you and everyone in Denmark longs to die young, deep inside, huh. That's, uh, lovely. MERRY CHRISTMAS. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Miss Antsy Pam:
I appreciate the respect that was show to the blog i created for my family while I was in the hospital and an 4 month old infant in our family was dying a slow and painful death...these were very difficult time for me and my entire family. I do not appreciate the omissions of dates and entries taken out of context. I will not defend myself in any way shape or form; I have absolutely nothing to hide. I invite you ALL to read the ENTIRE blog, in context, with dates. http://www.xanga.com/pammy8462
again...carry on people. Merry Christmas
Anonymous:
--- Quote from: "Miss Antsy Pam" ---I appreciate the respect that was show to the blog i created for my family while I was in the hospital and an 4 month old infant in our family was dying a slow and painful death...these were very difficult time for me and my entire family. I do not appreciate the omissions of dates and entries taken out of context. I will not defend myself in any way shape or form; I have absolutely nothing to hide. I invite you ALL to read the ENTIRE blog, in context, with dates. http://www.xanga.com/pammmy8462
again...carry on people. Merry Christmas
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HOW DID THIS PERson find your blog?
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