We've exchanged PMs but I decided to put my reply to him in public to warn all the other parents. Since he's apparently chosen day treatment over a lockdown hellhole, most of this may not apply, but I figure I'll throw it out there anyway...
The entire concept on which this industry is built- the idea that you can somehow pay someone to "fix" your kid- is wrong. Imagine for a moment that someone you didn't like and didn't trust went and paid someone else thousands of dollars to "fix" you.
Even if you truly believe you are doing this out of love, he will probably never believe you.
In fact, if he is changed, he may spend time intentionally changing himself back simply out of spite. Imagine for a moment that instead of dealing with a kid who is no longer acting out of peer pressure or extended youthful lack of foresight, but instead out of raw contempt? Consider for a moment that the most popular topic on the Straight, Inc. board is the "I just" (did a whole lot of drugs) thread. These are people who were in Straight twenty-five years ago. They still have the same amount of rebellious hate, only now it's crystallized. There's one man who will only listen to heavy metal made before his "intake day".
And aren't you at least going to warn him, or at least let someone else warn him, before you do something this extreme? Doesn't he have the right to know what the hell he's being thrown into? Do you have any idea what these people run on and what they do? Browse the other forums for a while, especially the CEDU one.
Search the forums for posts made by "Exhausted", a woman who was in a similar situation with her violent teenage boys.
By the way, the name of the particular program means little. These guys change names more often than they change underwear. You don't have to believe me- ask around, especially *after* you've found the program in question, and you'll see Fornits members eagerly pointing out where all the program heads used to work, and what the facility used to be called. You're getting ready to pay thousands of dollars and your son's life- you can at least find out exactly what the hell you're buying first.
By the way, I'm called Milk Gargling Death Penalty for a reason...