Peninsula Village Q/A thread

[Hrt2hrtScandal]

Did the doctor happen to mention the name of that program?



And to DYS..

Glad to see you back.


And I'm gathering from this earlier that the entry level staff recieves no real introductory training?

He only said it was just like PV but never mentioned a specific name. As far as I could tell from the unit when staff was new they just observed for a couple of weeks and then they could start answering questions. A couple of times of month 3 or 4 students from a local community college (maybe they were nursing students but I don't know) would sit in on group

[nimdA]

Did it ever feel like the PV staff was attempting to promote a feeling of dependency of staff?

As if staff was the only ones who could resolve your problems.

[Hrt2hrtScandal]

They would say things like if we were not here for you you would be dead or in jail.
It seemed like they wanted you to solve your own problems, but then they told you HOW to do it, but when you tried to do it that way they said it was wrong and you were trying to manipulate them.

[nimdA]

Would you care to discuss your first restraint?

if so please tell us what events lead up to the restraint.

[Hrt2hrtScandal]

Get back to you soon on that one...

[nimdA]

Take all the time you need.

[DieYuppieScum]

I keep thinking... and it's kind of dull but... what do you think would happen if all the kids that went to PV that are still alive/not in jail/ not full blown addicts, went to the village A La Children of the corn and helped the kids currantly in the program and STU revolt? That would be over 21 years of pent of anger and revenge dished out. Imagine... Making the counselors sit on he beds and have to plead to get up, making them crosscut 6 logs on one hour, making them trug through the immense Tennessee Heat being forced to carry heavy objects. I think it's a beautiful fantasy.

[ZenAgent]

I keep thinking... and it's kind of dull but... what do you think would happen if all the kids that went to PV that are still alive/not in jail/ not full blown addicts, went to the village A La Children of the corn and helped the kids currantly in the program and STU revolt? That would be over 21 years of pent of anger and revenge dished out. Imagine... Making the counselors sit on he beds and have to plead to get up, making them crosscut 6 logs on one hour, making them trug through the immense Tennessee Heat being forced to carry heavy objects. I think it's a beautiful fantasy.

That's a premium idea.  The returning un-jailed/un-dead/un-junkied alumni could arrange a group therapy for staff to establish what addictions the counselors have.  

"I'm not addicted to anything, I swear,"  mewls a staffer.

"GET REAL!  You're addicted to putting kids in restraints and giving one spike of Klonopine to a kid, one spike to yourself!  Time to get honest!  And Roberts! Gimme the truth!  You were never in the military!  You were kicked out of the Boy Scouts!"

Change the names of the levels:  pre-maggot, maggot, shithouse rat, jackyl, vulture, and the creme de le creme of the new PV, the purple-assed baboon clan.

Start some new games for amusement:  the PV Rodeo, where kids are timed on how quickly they can hogtie a clinician.  The PV pinata whack-a-thon, consisting of a staffer hung by his feet from a tree with a straitjacket on, while a blindfolded patient swings an aluminum bat at this squealing target.  If you hit the pinata hard enough you won't get candy, but I guarantee the PV pinata pig will purge his bowels.  Last, the ever-popular "ropes course" with a new twist - the ropes are noosed around certain vicious staffers' necks in order to test their "cooperation skills".  At least, that's the stated goal, but when you're tied-up in a straitjacket and hanging by your neck, you can't even save your own ass..

Force staff to clean the porta-toilets with soup spoons...allow the staff to call home, but the second they say they're being abused, slam the receiver down.

Finally, hold a graduation ceremony, and instead of dropping balloons on the grads at the end, dump the contents of the E.Coli-laden porta-shitters on the heavily-sedated and drooling graduates.

Damn DYS, that's a fine fantasy.  Of course, before people get all worked-up, it's only fiction, and read the small print, programees.

 

[Kreflo]

Yeah well that shits gonna have to happen mid Junish. The resident Ed-Con has plans to meet his bitches in the NC triangle area after graduation ya heard?

[nimdA]

I keep thinking... and it's kind of dull but... what do you think would happen if all the kids that went to PV that are still alive/not in jail/ not full blown addicts, went to the village A La Children of the corn and helped the kids currantly in the program and STU revolt? That would be over 21 years of pent of anger and revenge dished out. Imagine... Making the counselors sit on he beds and have to plead to get up, making them crosscut 6 logs on one hour, making them trug through the immense Tennessee Heat being forced to carry heavy objects. I think it's a beautiful fantasy.

Please elaborate on the physical consquences you just mentioned. Why were you assigned this sort of physical labor in the first place?

[Hrt2hrtScandal]

Would you care to discuss your first restraint?

if so please tell us what events lead up to the restraint.

We had the school day off so we watched a movie (a very rare incident). We watched the Phantom of the Opera which I had last watched with my boyfriend and parents, who I was still missing terribly. I was then called to go to family therapy with my mom. She showed up with Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream. My therapist told her I wasn't allowed to have it, but that she could leave it in the staff refrigerator. WHAT THE HELL? Why would she want to contribute to that fat woman's obesity problem??? Anyway, My mother was trying to ask me questions about the program. How it was, what it was, what we did. My therapist said that It was not productive. My mom then asked me to fill out a 3x5 card so that I could see my guardian ad litem. That's when I got pissed. I had already filled out that 3x5 on many occasions, which they are not supposed to refuse according to the patient rights and I knew that my mom had been trying to get me an appointment with her already for ages. I was already in a bad place because of that movie thing and really upset about the ice cream ordeal and my therapist calling my session unproductive, but the 3x5 really did it. I think I threw a tissue box at her. She decided to call staff down there and end the session. Then she said that if I could calm down she would let me stay. Then, for no real reason she changed her mind and I really flipped. I left the room and went into the hallway at which point she should have used her air horn. She did not. I could have gotten away. I sat in the hallway and was not finding room to breath between all the tears, snot, and shaking from being more upset than I think I've ever been in my life. My therapist came out and again, made me a deal that if I could remain calm and be productive, then I could finish my hour. She, again for no reason changed her mind at which point about five or six staff members proceeded to escort me back to the unit. My therapist seemed to have the desire to see how upset she could get me. That may be a distortion, I'm not certain, but the way she acted just seemed very intent on making things worse for me. She was walking my mom to her car as I was being escorted, so yes I could see my mom walking away from me and all I wanted was to be held in her arms like I was a baby. Staff had me by the arms and I was becoming very resistant to them. I tried to break free because, like I said, all I wanted was my mom. The crowd of staff members made some pretty swift movements and all of the sudden I was down on the ground, the deck leading into the unit. My head was being mashed onto chicken wire that I could feel cutting me on my face closer to my eyes. I could also feel it tearing the skin on my elbows, wrists, knees, ankles, and feet. I was screaming and couldn't stop. An alarm was going off in the background. I could feel someone sitting on my upper back, knees, and bottom. Then all of the sudden I was above each of their heads, floating across the unit into the time out room where I could again feel my head being mashed into the floor and the weight of people on my body. I heard someone say "she's bleeding!" and the voices of 8 or so staff members in the time out room, and even more standing around it on the unit. I couldn't breathe at all. My hair was in my mouth and, with the weight of a body on my back and my head being held down, I could not feel the normal sensation of my lungs exchanging oxygen for carbon dioxide. After a while I could feel my clothes being yanked off of me and my shoes taken off. Some women lifted me up and put what I thought was a sheet under me, then realized that I was supposed to be putting my arms through the sleeved of a set of hospital gowns. I ate in the time out room with no utensils and waited for what seemed like hours until they let me out again. Group therapy was terrible after that. A team leader accused me of trying to get restrained so that my mother could take pictures. She said that she knew that my mother had told me to get restrained. They did not believe that that had not been the case. I was then put on "mom restriction". After the restraint I remained bruised and scared for about a week or so and had a really bad breakout on my eyelids for about a month. That turned into a really bad case of dry skin all around my eyes which they couldn't tell me what it was and could only give me lotion that really just didn't do anything.

[nimdA]

Have you had any long term side affects, including mental or physical, from the restraint?

[Kreflo]

Yeh boy, tell us how fuxxed up you got.

[nimdA]

I believe that should be, "Yeah Girl, Tell us how fuxxed up you got."

[Kreflo]

Sorry, jk ops: