Delving into the mind of a brainwashed program parent.

[Anonymous]

Don't say "twat" or someone who doesn't like that word might come over to this thread and try to tell you that you cunt say that!

[Oz girl]

Is that what twat means  ops:

[Anonymous]

Is that what twat means  ops:

Yes, my dear...but I see you're blushing. Nothing to be ashamed of, every girl has one... And one day you'll find out just how wonderful your twat can be!

[exhausted]

Don't say "twat" or someone who doesn't like that word might come over to this thread and try to tell you that you cunt say that!

You are right, I will rephrase my post

Why are they doing the happy dance.....

[exhausted]

This might apply to these parents and probably to all those poor brainwashed kids out there who think their program has done them a favour

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g285x4sUKoo

[serataru]

I just found this thread today.


David was my best friend, for years. I was physically and emotionally abused extensively as a child and David was the only person I trusted for many years. There were times he was the only person who was able to make me smile or laugh. He was an incredibly brilliant person, and gorgeous, and loving. I still have the letters he wrote me from the facility I now know is called Tranquility Bay. He was taken away from me and I was told he was sent to a "boarding school" because he had "behavioral problems." When he died, I was told it was an "accident." His parents used to use me as a channel to "track" him when he turned 18. I didn't understand what they'd done to him, so I cooperated. I got sick of being used to track him, so when his father called me to tell me he'd died, I didn't return his calls -- he never left on the message that it was an emergency -- so in an effort to avoid being questioned about David's life as I always was following when I saw him -- I ignored the call.

I didn't find out he was dead until 3 days after his funeral. The last day I saw him, we had dinner together. His long, dark hair framed his beautiful face as he laughed and joked during the meal. His smile made my heart stop. I would never see that smile again. We'd planned to go out on Wednesday night following that Saturday dinner. He never called me. I assumed he'd gotten busy and wasn't worried. He died that week.

I cannot even express the grief and anger I am feeling right now. It's as though he's died all over again. I am angry at his parents, who lied to my face about where they were sending him, and about how I lost my childhood best friend forever. I trusted them -- I thought of them as parents to me as well.


Reading this has shown me that they knew what they were doing, and knew that he'd killed himself -- and lied to me about it.

His gravestone says exactly what that first line says:

David Lee Poprik
a happy, loving, beautiful, and honest young man.

That last saturday night, he was all of those things. He was happier than I'd ever seen him. He was always very loving. He had the most beautiful face ever graced on a man. He was always honest with me.


I miss him so much.

[Yael Eshet Khever]

I just found this thread today.


David was my best friend, for years. I was physically and emotionally abused extensively as a child and David was the only person I trusted for many years. There were times he was the only person who was able to make me smile or laugh. He was an incredibly brilliant person, and gorgeous, and loving. I still have the letters he wrote me from the facility I now know is called Tranquility Bay. He was taken away from me and I was told he was sent to a "boarding school" because he had "behavioral problems." When he died, I was told it was an "accident." His parents used to use me as a channel to "track" him when he turned 18. I didn't understand what they'd done to him, so I cooperated. I got sick of being used to track him, so when his father called me to tell me he'd died, I didn't return his calls -- he never left on the message that it was an emergency -- so in an effort to avoid being questioned about David's life as I always was following when I saw him -- I ignored the call.

I didn't find out he was dead until 3 days after his funeral. The last day I saw him, we had dinner together. His long, dark hair framed his beautiful face as he laughed and joked during the meal. His smile made my heart stop. I would never see that smile again. We'd planned to go out on Wednesday night following that Saturday dinner. He never called me. I assumed he'd gotten busy and wasn't worried. He died that week.

I cannot even express the grief and anger I am feeling right now. It's as though he's died all over again. I am angry at his parents, who lied to my face about where they were sending him, and about how I lost my childhood best friend forever. I trusted them -- I thought of them as parents to me as well.


Reading this has shown me that they knew what they were doing, and knew that he'd killed himself -- and lied to me about it.

I'm sorry for your loss. YGoing by this thread alone, you seem to mourn him more than his own parents did. They mainly used his death as an opportunity to affirm their program cult ideology. No one deserves to go through the torture of having their parents sucked into a cult and re-programmed.

His gravestone says exactly what that first line says:

David Lee Poprik
a happy, loving, beautiful, and honest young man.

That is so sick....

It's like they wouldn't let him leave Tranquility Bay, even in death.

That last saturday night, he was all of those things. He was happier than I'd ever seen him. He was always very loving. He had the most beautiful face ever graced on a man. He was always honest with me.


I miss him so much.

I am so sorry. For him and for you.
May he rest in [peace.

[serataru]

That is so sick....

It's like they wouldn't let him leave Tranquility Bay, even in death.

I thought about that. It IS sick. But in reality he WAS all of those things. It's painful to picture the headstone now, knowing where that statement originated -- but David was all of those things to the fullest extent that they could be embodied. I'm trying to focus on that and not on the fact that they've labeled him with a cult phrase even in his death.

I'm not sure what to do now. He has a little sister who is around 19 now. When he died in 03 he was 20. His sister probably doesn't remember/know any of this specifically. I still know her. I feel like it's not my place to show her what really happened, but that she has a right to know. I also feel like his parents ought to be lambasted -- but wouldn't know where to begin, or if it's even worth it -- no amount of words are going to bring him back.

I don't really know how to feel about all this.

I was told he went to reform school, and came back and died in an accident.
Reality = He was sent to a modern day concentration camp (in my opinion, that seems to be what TB was) and killed himself shortly thereafter.

I am reeling.

[MommaB23]

The program woke us up

As I look at my son?s picture I see his I AM statement: “I am a happy, loving, beautiful, and honest young man.” And I can feel its truth.

I used to try and measure his time in the Program: 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and a day. His way was much easier. He said, “Dad, I was in the Program 500 days.” Duh.

He graduated high school but not the Program. He chose to take his exit plan at 18 and then changed his mind and decided to try a home contract - an option we discussed with the Facilitator at PC18.

He began his Program in Tranquility Bay mostly because it was our only viable option because we knew it would be a long-term commitment; no 30-day intake or wilderness program was going to reach him. When we?d reached “the straw that broke the camel?s back” we made all the arrangements within 36 hours. My brother drove up from North Carolina and we greeted David at 7:30 am with, “Hop in the car, we?re going to take a trip.”

We drove from Richmond to Miami. The trip was hard. Especially when we stopped for lunch and he asked if he could get a tape by the “Sex Pistols” assuring me it was almost a classic and not as bad as I was thinking. The thought running through my head was, “You just have no idea of what is about to happen.” Of course I had no idea of the journey that my wife and I would be taking either!

The next morning we transferred him into the hands of the escorts for the last stage of his journey to Jamaica. It took a toll on me. I bawled and I howled and I shook for an hour as my brother drove. I have NEVER felt lower. We were trusting strangers to do what we couldn?t do ourselves . . . get him to just stop, hold still, and realize life is full of exciting, working possibilities.

The Program is not a quick-fix. After Discovery he wrote a confession letter and I said, “Right. He?s not telling us anything we didn?t know and I don?t buy it.” Then we attended Discovery and I quit smoking; unfortunately, I must do it again.

 He attended Focus and wrote us another confession letter and it took my breath away. We didn?t have a clue as to the amount and variety of drugs he took. I am agog that he had a mind left, let alone the incredible one he started with. I have met only a few people in my life who come close to being as smart and as perceptive as our son.

We attended Focus and I learned to dance.

He was on the cusp of reaching Level 4 when another student confessed that David had shared some of his meds with him a month after David entered the Program. David admitted it, but he had never previously owned up to it so he got to start over at Level I, as he should have. Nevertheless, it was an incredibly bitter pill and he found himself unable to swallow it for months.

We graduated Visions in Seattle and my wife and I almost grasped the brass ring, but doing 100% all of the time hasn?t been quite possible for us on a sustained basis.

At 18, my son left the Program still on Level 1; there had been two more run attempts. One of them was going to be at the airport on the way to PC 18 but the escort service kept an eye on him until the plane taxied.

David worked at his home contract. I suspect David didn?t feel a large enough change in the family dynamic and he left. He traveled about the country but he always returned home. He brought back a girl from California, whom he found amazing. And for him this was extreme praise. He had a part-time job at a synagogue which he really enjoyed. He sensed a deepening change in us and seemed pleased to share fairly regular dinners with us. On his own initiative he had just completed, and submitted, an application for the local university; he wanted to become a librarian, possibly at the Library of Virginia. (Yes. It does take a degree.) He was growing, changing, and looking forward. He was happy.

One night in January he went out drinking with his girlfriend. They had a spat. When they returned to an acquaintance?s apartment, he picked up a gun off a table. He put it to his head, and he said, “I could just shoot myself.” And he did. It had been just three months since his 20th birthday.

In the hospital, the bandage that wrapped his head was blood-soaked. The 38 caliber bullet did not exit. Instead it had ricocheted around in his head destroying his brain. His brain had been such a magnificent creation. He was a thinker who could marshal data and formulate arguments that would have you looking at any question in a new light and seeing new connections, and more likely than not agreeing with him.

Five hours later, David died in the trauma center at the Medical College of Virginia without ever regaining consciousness. He breathed his last breath while I watched.

We buried him Saturday, the first of February. My wife and I both have gaping voids in our hearts. It will hurt until the day we die.

We also know we gave him the gift of four more years of life by choosing to place him in the Program, for he had been in a self-destructive death spiral when we enrolled him. We also know we have been strong for him, not 100%, but damn close. So the gift the Program has given us, by our running the parallel program for parents, is that we have little guilt and aren?t holding pity parties. Grieving - yes. Wracked with self-doubts and guilt - no. I know my wife and I could not have handled this if we had not been working the Program as hard as we have.

My two brothers and I are spread out geographically and chronologically. David?s funeral began the process of our renewing connections. I am still working on last year?s goal of becoming a private pilot. I was discerned onto the Parish Pastoral Council in November. (A Vision?s goal finally realized.) I am making a new goal of reaching out to over 30 wild and woolly young adults whom David touched and who came to his (Catholic) Resurrection Mass.

We sent our son into the Program to wake him up. The Program woke us up!

Our purpose in sharing our story is not just to wake up the teens, although they must learn that every decision is a choice, and every choice yields a result. No. Primarily we?re writing this for the parents of the teens who have NOT gotten it yet. And we met some at every seminar we attended. WAKE UP! Your key to having a whole and healthy family is to work your own program. Stop fighting the Program and the Facilitators. Embrace them! They want the same thing you do! You can?t dictate change for your child, but you can make changes for yourself. Open yourselves to the process so that when the results start coming in, you can live with the outcome . . . whether it is an outstanding reality you helped create or, God forbid, a tragedy such as ours.

by Richard Poprik
In loving memory of his son, David
Tranquility Bay/Carolina Springs Academy
October 2000
 
Source






That is a seriously brainwashed parent.

As a program graduate I too have an I Am statement (pure, powerful, worthy and inspiring woman) Entered into program as direct result of own stupidity in hanging with wrong crowd<-- Hey look at that I am still accountable for my own actions and thoughts, however I am no longer for the program! I am a victim of institutionalization and attack therapy (ie.. "my experience of you is...." Note this shit doesn't cut it in reality. If I had not attended the program I would have gone to prison. So in the aspect of a defferred sentence and a criminal record, I chose to go to the program. I was lied to, deceived by my parents and attorney, it was only supposed to take me 3 mos to graduate- LIES! DECEPTION! When I got there they told me it would take a year. BASTARDS! I was a young adult mother forced to be away from my daughter for 16 months. The program stripped me of my self-confidence and I have been very insecure. I am fighting the brain washing with knowledge and with this knowledge feel more powerful within myself, on most days anyways. :lala:

[Whooter]

The program woke us up

As I look at my son?s picture I see his I AM statement: “I am a happy, loving, beautiful, and honest young man.” And I can feel its truth.

I used to try and measure his time in the Program: 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and a day. His way was much easier. He said, “Dad, I was in the Program 500 days.” Duh.

He graduated high school but not the Program. He chose to take his exit plan at 18 and then changed his mind and decided to try a home contract - an option we discussed with the Facilitator at PC18.

He began his Program in Tranquility Bay mostly because it was our only viable option because we knew it would be a long-term commitment; no 30-day intake or wilderness program was going to reach him. When we?d reached “the straw that broke the camel?s back” we made all the arrangements within 36 hours. My brother drove up from North Carolina and we greeted David at 7:30 am with, “Hop in the car, we?re going to take a trip.”

We drove from Richmond to Miami. The trip was hard. Especially when we stopped for lunch and he asked if he could get a tape by the “Sex Pistols” assuring me it was almost a classic and not as bad as I was thinking. The thought running through my head was, “You just have no idea of what is about to happen.” Of course I had no idea of the journey that my wife and I would be taking either!

The next morning we transferred him into the hands of the escorts for the last stage of his journey to Jamaica. It took a toll on me. I bawled and I howled and I shook for an hour as my brother drove. I have NEVER felt lower. We were trusting strangers to do what we couldn?t do ourselves . . . get him to just stop, hold still, and realize life is full of exciting, working possibilities.

The Program is not a quick-fix. After Discovery he wrote a confession letter and I said, “Right. He?s not telling us anything we didn?t know and I don?t buy it.” Then we attended Discovery and I quit smoking; unfortunately, I must do it again.

 He attended Focus and wrote us another confession letter and it took my breath away. We didn?t have a clue as to the amount and variety of drugs he took. I am agog that he had a mind left, let alone the incredible one he started with. I have met only a few people in my life who come close to being as smart and as perceptive as our son.

We attended Focus and I learned to dance.

He was on the cusp of reaching Level 4 when another student confessed that David had shared some of his meds with him a month after David entered the Program. David admitted it, but he had never previously owned up to it so he got to start over at Level I, as he should have. Nevertheless, it was an incredibly bitter pill and he found himself unable to swallow it for months.

We graduated Visions in Seattle and my wife and I almost grasped the brass ring, but doing 100% all of the time hasn?t been quite possible for us on a sustained basis.

At 18, my son left the Program still on Level 1; there had been two more run attempts. One of them was going to be at the airport on the way to PC 18 but the escort service kept an eye on him until the plane taxied.

David worked at his home contract. I suspect David didn?t feel a large enough change in the family dynamic and he left. He traveled about the country but he always returned home. He brought back a girl from California, whom he found amazing. And for him this was extreme praise. He had a part-time job at a synagogue which he really enjoyed. He sensed a deepening change in us and seemed pleased to share fairly regular dinners with us. On his own initiative he had just completed, and submitted, an application for the local university; he wanted to become a librarian, possibly at the Library of Virginia. (Yes. It does take a degree.) He was growing, changing, and looking forward. He was happy.

One night in January he went out drinking with his girlfriend. They had a spat. When they returned to an acquaintance?s apartment, he picked up a gun off a table. He put it to his head, and he said, “I could just shoot myself.” And he did. It had been just three months since his 20th birthday.

In the hospital, the bandage that wrapped his head was blood-soaked. The 38 caliber bullet did not exit. Instead it had ricocheted around in his head destroying his brain. His brain had been such a magnificent creation. He was a thinker who could marshal data and formulate arguments that would have you looking at any question in a new light and seeing new connections, and more likely than not agreeing with him.

Five hours later, David died in the trauma center at the Medical College of Virginia without ever regaining consciousness. He breathed his last breath while I watched.

We buried him Saturday, the first of February. My wife and I both have gaping voids in our hearts. It will hurt until the day we die.

We also know we gave him the gift of four more years of life by choosing to place him in the Program, for he had been in a self-destructive death spiral when we enrolled him. We also know we have been strong for him, not 100%, but damn close. So the gift the Program has given us, by our running the parallel program for parents, is that we have little guilt and aren?t holding pity parties. Grieving - yes. Wracked with self-doubts and guilt - no. I know my wife and I could not have handled this if we had not been working the Program as hard as we have.

My two brothers and I are spread out geographically and chronologically. David?s funeral began the process of our renewing connections. I am still working on last year?s goal of becoming a private pilot. I was discerned onto the Parish Pastoral Council in November. (A Vision?s goal finally realized.) I am making a new goal of reaching out to over 30 wild and woolly young adults whom David touched and who came to his (Catholic) Resurrection Mass.

We sent our son into the Program to wake him up. The Program woke us up!

Our purpose in sharing our story is not just to wake up the teens, although they must learn that every decision is a choice, and every choice yields a result. No. Primarily we?re writing this for the parents of the teens who have NOT gotten it yet. And we met some at every seminar we attended. WAKE UP! Your key to having a whole and healthy family is to work your own program. Stop fighting the Program and the Facilitators. Embrace them! They want the same thing you do! You can?t dictate change for your child, but you can make changes for yourself. Open yourselves to the process so that when the results start coming in, you can live with the outcome . . . whether it is an outstanding reality you helped create or, God forbid, a tragedy such as ours.

by Richard Poprik
In loving memory of his son, David
Tranquility Bay/Carolina Springs Academy
October 2000
 
Source

I am sure the wheels are going round and round trying to figure out how to make this into a “Program Death”…….  



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[apoprik]

My name is Ashley Poprik and David was my big brother. I was eleven years old when he died, and was forced to deal with my teenage years and my life without having a loving big brother to protect and give advice to me.

However, I do not believe the program is any to blame, yes he was in there for years and didn't always like it there, but it was definitely helping him to change his life for the better. After he finished the program David was able to embrace life and see it in a whole new perspective, he was happier than I'd remembered him being since I was very little.  

I missed him a lot while he was away, so far that we didn't get to visit him often, but when we did he seemed much better, in attitude and in just general happiness. At first I didn't understand why he was (in my young mind) so bad that he had to go away, it was only after I had found a lot of drugs, knives that he had carved into his arms sometimes and some violent-sounding letters that I started to get the picture.

Mainly the reason I wasn't able to accept that David had many problems at first was that he was always loving, nice, and a very good big brother to me. He was never "bad" in front of me, he made sure he didn't even smoke regular ciggarettes around me, though I caught him once. However, it turned out I was one of the very few people that he actually connected with in any way.

I needed to write all this down because I was hurt that someone would try to say that David was brainwashed, I feel that this program truly helped him. I love my brother and miss him greatly and wish I had someone to blame for his death, but I don't.

Also, as far as the lying about it being a suicide, we are Catholic, and wanted a church funeral; I didn't know how many my parents had lied to but I know they wanted a church funeral and maybe didn't want to feel blamed by others as well.

[Ursus]

My name is Ashley Poprik and David was my big brother. I was eleven years old when he died, and was forced to deal with my teenage years and my life without having a loving big brother to protect and give advice to me.

However, I do not believe the program is any to blame, yes he was in there for years and didn't always like it there, but it was definitely helping him to change his life for the better. After he finished the program David was able to embrace life and see it in a whole new perspective, he was happier than I'd remembered him being since I was very little.  

I missed him a lot while he was away, so far that we didn't get to visit him often, but when we did he seemed much better, in attitude and in just general happiness. At first I didn't understand why he was (in my young mind) so bad that he had to go away, it was only after I had found a lot of drugs, knives that he had carved into his arms sometimes and some violent-sounding letters that I started to get the picture.

Mainly the reason I wasn't able to accept that David had many problems at first was that he was always loving, nice, and a very good big brother to me. He was never "bad" in front of me, he made sure he didn't even smoke regular ciggarettes around me, though I caught him once. However, it turned out I was one of the very few people that he actually connected with in any way.

I needed to write all this down because I was hurt that someone would try to say that David was brainwashed, I feel that this program truly helped him. I love my brother and miss him greatly and wish I had someone to blame for his death, but I don't.

Also, as far as the lying about it being a suicide, we are Catholic, and wanted a church funeral; I didn't know how many my parents had lied to but I know they wanted a church funeral and maybe didn't want to feel blamed by others as well.

Ashley, I'm so very sorry about the loss of your brother and how much you must miss him.

However, if I were you, I would take a look at a documentary about Tranquility Bay before dismissing so quickly ... the effect that place probably had on him.

[Allison]

I guess this is a little late. I just found this forum. I typed in David's name on Google and there he was. I'm so happy to see this, his name, his life discussed. Because I miss him so much. I don't really know how the program changed  him. I met him after. But I do know what they did to him. He told me every fucked up appalling thing. He wasn't a liar. To the point of fault sometimes. That place is fucking sick. He was abused and tortured. He was actually moved midway through the program from Jamaica to S.C. because of the abuse. And his parents still kept him in. Reading his fathers post is nauseating. But I want everyone to know that his goal of, how did he put it?, reaching out to the 30 something woolly and wayward young adults that were at his funeral has been unsuccessful. Some of us are dead, some of us are crazy, married, popping out kids, happy as can be, still lonely and sad. But his father hasnt affected one of us, except to teach us how not to raise a brilliant and independent child. I miss David. Every shitty joyless day without him. We all miss him. Because he taught us how to be awesome, fearless, shameless. and yes loving and honest and happy. But he didn't need a program for any fucking one of those things.

[seamus]

The program woke us up

As I look at my son?s picture I see his I AM statement: “I am a happy, loving, beautiful, and honest young man.” And I can feel its truth.

I used to try and measure his time in the Program: 1 year, 4 months, 2 weeks and a day. His way was much easier. He said, “Dad, I was in the Program 500 days.” Duh.

He graduated high school but not the Program. He chose to take his exit plan at 18 and then changed his mind and decided to try a home contract - an option we discussed with the Facilitator at PC18.

He began his Program in Tranquility Bay mostly because it was our only viable option because we knew it would be a long-term commitment; no 30-day intake or wilderness program was going to reach him. When we?d reached “the straw that broke the camel?s back” we made all the arrangements within 36 hours. My brother drove up from North Carolina and we greeted David at 7:30 am with, “Hop in the car, we?re going to take a trip.”

We drove from Richmond to Miami. The trip was hard. Especially when we stopped for lunch and he asked if he could get a tape by the “Sex Pistols” assuring me it was almost a classic and not as bad as I was thinking. The thought running through my head was, “You just have no idea of what is about to happen.” Of course I had no idea of the journey that my wife and I would be taking either!

The next morning we transferred him into the hands of the escorts for the last stage of his journey to Jamaica. It took a toll on me. I bawled and I howled and I shook for an hour as my brother drove. I have NEVER felt lower. We were trusting strangers to do what we couldn?t do ourselves . . . get him to just stop, hold still, and realize life is full of exciting, working possibilities.

The Program is not a quick-fix. After Discovery he wrote a confession letter and I said, “Right. He?s not telling us anything we didn?t know and I don?t buy it.” Then we attended Discovery and I quit smoking; unfortunately, I must do it again.

 He attended Focus and wrote us another confession letter and it took my breath away. We didn?t have a clue as to the amount and variety of drugs he took. I am agog that he had a mind left, let alone the incredible one he started with. I have met only a few people in my life who come close to being as smart and as perceptive as our son.

We attended Focus and I learned to dance.

He was on the cusp of reaching Level 4 when another student confessed that David had shared some of his meds with him a month after David entered the Program. David admitted it, but he had never previously owned up to it so he got to start over at Level I, as he should have. Nevertheless, it was an incredibly bitter pill and he found himself unable to swallow it for months.

We graduated Visions in Seattle and my wife and I almost grasped the brass ring, but doing 100% all of the time hasn?t been quite possible for us on a sustained basis.

At 18, my son left the Program still on Level 1; there had been two more run attempts. One of them was going to be at the airport on the way to PC 18 but the escort service kept an eye on him until the plane taxied.

David worked at his home contract. I suspect David didn?t feel a large enough change in the family dynamic and he left. He traveled about the country but he always returned home. He brought back a girl from California, whom he found amazing. And for him this was extreme praise. He had a part-time job at a synagogue which he really enjoyed. He sensed a deepening change in us and seemed pleased to share fairly regular dinners with us. On his own initiative he had just completed, and submitted, an application for the local university; he wanted to become a librarian, possibly at the Library of Virginia. (Yes. It does take a degree.) He was growing, changing, and looking forward. He was happy.

One night in January he went out drinking with his girlfriend. They had a spat. When they returned to an acquaintance?s apartment, he picked up a gun off a table. He put it to his head, and he said, “I could just shoot myself.” And he did. It had been just three months since his 20th birthday.

In the hospital, the bandage that wrapped his head was blood-soaked. The 38 caliber bullet did not exit. Instead it had ricocheted around in his head destroying his brain. His brain had been such a magnificent creation. He was a thinker who could marshal data and formulate arguments that would have you looking at any question in a new light and seeing new connections, and more likely than not agreeing with him.

Five hours later, David died in the trauma center at the Medical College of Virginia without ever regaining consciousness. He breathed his last breath while I watched.

We buried him Saturday, the first of February. My wife and I both have gaping voids in our hearts. It will hurt until the day we die.

We also know we gave him the gift of four more years of life by choosing to place him in the Program, for he had been in a self-destructive death spiral when we enrolled him. We also know we have been strong for him, not 100%, but damn close. So the gift the Program has given us, by our running the parallel program for parents, is that we have little guilt and aren?t holding pity parties. Grieving - yes. Wracked with self-doubts and guilt - no. I know my wife and I could not have handled this if we had not been working the Program as hard as we have.

My two brothers and I are spread out geographically and chronologically. David?s funeral began the process of our renewing connections. I am still working on last year?s goal of becoming a private pilot. I was discerned onto the Parish Pastoral Council in November. (A Vision?s goal finally realized.) I am making a new goal of reaching out to over 30 wild and woolly young adults whom David touched and who came to his (Catholic) Resurrection Mass.

We sent our son into the Program to wake him up. The Program woke us up!

Our purpose in sharing our story is not just to wake up the teens, although they must learn that every decision is a choice, and every choice yields a result. No. Primarily we?re writing this for the parents of the teens who have NOT gotten it yet. And we met some at every seminar we attended. WAKE UP! Your key to having a whole and healthy family is to work your own program. Stop fighting the Program and the Facilitators. Embrace them! They want the same thing you do! You can?t dictate change for your child, but you can make changes for yourself. Open yourselves to the process so that when the results start coming in, you can live with the outcome . . . whether it is an outstanding reality you helped create or, God forbid, a tragedy such as ours.

by Richard Poprik
In loving memory of his son, David
Tranquility Bay/Carolina Springs Academy
October 2000
 
Source

I am sure the wheels are going round and round trying to figure out how to make this into a “Program Death”…….  



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so could one suppose this to be a successfol program expeirence?

[BuzzKill]

so could one suppose this to be a successfol program expeirence?

What the man said is it woke "them" up - Them - the parents - They worked their program and so it is a success. They would (did in fact) probably go on to tell you their son would have died sooner without TB and CSA, and so it was a success. If it wasn't a total success it is b/c the kid wouldn't work his program - his fault - not the programs. That is what they would say b/c it is what they have been programed to say.


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