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Anonymous:

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--- Quote from: "Guest" ---Antigen can you show me where your story is? I read few things, but not sure if I have right info. Thanks if can, I would love to read all about you, maybe then I can post my story. Also really sorry you had to go through anything.  :peace:  :rose:
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Gosh, I really don't know where it is all in one place but here it is in a nutshell. My older brothers went into the Lauderdale Seed when I was around 5 or 6, then the one brother again and my older sister a few years later. When I hit my teen years they were having a lot of trouble with HRS over juvenile abuse and so not taking minors. So my parents put me in Straight, Inc. in Sarasota. Straight, Inc. is what happened when the Seed in St. Pete shut down. Several Seed parents and graduates opened shop under that new name. Took about two years and several splits before I finally split for the last time. At that time, I was on what we called 5th phase and pre-training for staff. Went to my brother's for refuge. He had married the girl next door who was a former Seed staffer. There were a couple of kidnapping attempts by my parents before they got a program friendly judge to extradite me from Georgia for the "crime" of being a chronic runaway. The court let me slip out the back door by granting permission for me to go back to my brother's near Atlanta for the holidays. It was so close to my 18th birthday they'd never be able to pull off another extradition. They gave me the boot just after my birthday so I went back to my mom's, thinking she couldn't force me back in now that I was of age. That lasted about two weeks before she held my work uniform hostage to get me to do an intake interview at LIFE, which was a spin off of Straight. Took about two hours to get what I needed out of that; the ultimatum. "Sign in or walk out with the clothes on your back and don't ask for anything till you're ready to get straight." Took me less than 5 seconds to make the door.
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wow, you were doomed from the beginning. I got put in at a young age.( 13 ) I was seriously rolled in a carpet to get me  in that place. Strange, not to be rude, how old are you now? Me I am 49, and I have never hated a place as much as I hated that place. I ran at a young age after being started over, I did not realize that time would go by so fast before I would even hear of this place again. When I was there, it was the beginning of a long night mare that seems never to really go away. It really sucks years later finding out that my younger siblings also were endangered as you were. They to were thrown into places like the seed later on after I had ran away from that crazy messed up place. I really am sorry you went through anything.  :peace:  :rose:

Antigen:

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seems like your mother was more brainwashed than anyone in your entire family.

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Jack, that's usually the case. Hence the term "troubled parent industry". But yeah. Most parents to get that bent on it. My mom was so soaked she kept hanging around open meetings for something like 2 years after I left. A girl who went on staff told me some years ago that they actually had to draw straws to decide who would go tell her to quit coming around cause she was creeping people out.


--- Quote ---how did she hear about the seed.

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I''m not sure but I think it was that nice girl next door's parents that brought her in. She had already bee sent to a place called Desisto "school" in Howey in the Hills, Fl;  another Synanon/LGAT type gulag.


--- Quote ---do you still have any kind of a relationship with your parents?

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Well, my dad's gone a dozen years now. We were fairly close starting pretty soon after the whole program thing. He never bought in quite so hard, but that doesn't mean he never bought in at all. My mom's still around as far as I know but we don't speak.


--- Quote ---how fucked up, that those assholes got so deep, that even your neighbors were forced in that prison.

i'm amazed when you tell your story, that anyone doesn't see it as prison, and hostage taking.

i felt like i was a hostage. that is for certain.

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I know! Grace Llewellyn said it best, "teenagers are the new niggers". There have been cases like kids being taken by escort thug squads in public places with plenty of witnesses. No one would lift a finger. Same as those two news photos from NOLA after the storm. One showed two white women "salvaging" food, the other  showed a black guy "looting". Nobody sees a teenager being kidnapped or abused. They see a troubled teen rebelling if they're upset or faking until proven dead if they complain about illness or injury. It's sick. I think it's changing some for the better over the years. But still whenever stories break about program abuse nearly always the comment sections have something to the effect of "kid probably deserved it".


--- Quote ---also, do you know when and how HRS got involved in complaints over barker and program abusing minors?

and under what circumstances?
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That I do not. If it's anywhere it'll be @ http://thestraights.com/

Antigen:

--- Quote from: "Guest" ---Strange, not to be rude, how old are you now?

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Not rude. I'm 44


--- Quote ---It really sucks years later finding out that my younger siblings also were endangered as you were. They to were thrown into places like the seed later on after I had ran away from that crazy messed up place. I really am sorry you went through anything.  :peace:  :rose:
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I take it your family was split for a time as well. Which place did the younger ones land up at? I'm sorry any of had to go through this. But we really are making glacial progress against it in about the same way drug policy reform is moving along. No big surprise that both activist groups wind up going after the same targets pretty often.

Anonymous:
Hello Antigen, They were put into foster homes, and they were not treated very well, in fact they were abused beyond imagination. Thing is by now my family was split up from the seed,( my father and mother split also because of this place) ( my father was away on business trip when mother decided to scoop up one kid at a time and put them in the seed starting with me first) I had run from the seed, but I found out that my other sister and brother both older had been left there.( I did not know this till recently) I had decided I had had enough with that crazy messed up place, so I just stayed away from everyone. I really had no clue my sister and brother had again been started over. I guess they really did plan on keeping me till I was 18, geez I can not imagine going through that till I was 18. I am sure I would have either hurt someone, or kept getting hurt. I never participated in anything while I was there. I just went into my own place and stayed till I had the chance to run again, I had been started over once and no way was I going to be started over and over and over, see I knew I was not like them, and if leaving my family behind was what I had to do then that was what I was doing. I also by that point had thought my sister and brother were  maybe one of them. I trusted no one, the seed made sure of that for me. Like you my younger sisters were dragged to meetings, while seeing their sisters and brothers stood up for things they never did.( that made them not like us too much having to go to meetings for something that we were suppose to have done). All were spread far apart from each other. The seed made sure we stayed apart from each other. The time I spent there was just one long screaming hurtful time. I think watching people being yelled at did a number on me. I remember when they would stand me up , I would sit on floor, They would try to hold me up, and I would just smile at them. Sometimes I had tears in my eyes, sometimes I had the driest eyes anyone could want. One thing I would not do was tear someone down, and that is what made them more angry with me then anything.( I would tear them down instead) They used my sister against me at times. Like they would stand her up and if I did not do as they said they would start on her. I kicked screamed attack just like I was attacked. I would block anything going on around me. I had a girl named Mida that was suppose to be the toughest meanest soul in there. She was my rock, she was a lot older then me, gee come to think about it all were except a handful that were like 9 years old.Imagine 9 years old, my Goodness what on earth kind of parent puts a 9 year old tiny girl in a place like that. I was tiny too, but 9, that just flips me out thinking about it.I have not had a chance to ask why yet to my mother. See I left this whole thing some where long time ago. So I thought any ways.Then I was given this forum, which has opened my eyes up again about this place. You have to understand I was 13, I was a good kid, not smart in most classes but passable enough to get at least b's, and c's, which in time who knows what I could have been, but thing is I had never done anything to be put away like this. Never ran away, no drugs, nothing. Now all of a sudden I am handed cigarettes and life savers, and not allowed to pee when need, and watching others being to me tortured. It just is so very strange to me, that people would treat others like this. I ended up learning to lie, and  became an hourly smoker at the ripe age of 13. So much I remember about others pain. One day you have long beauitful hair, the next it is like someone tried using a razor blade on your head.All because you refuse to attack and be like them. I guess Libby wanted to have the longest hair of all, and that was one of her rules to chop off others hair. Who knows, thing is they did so much shit to harm rather then help anyone at all. I think about how many people had to lie to just get by in there. Honestly they did too, sad to watch people all charged up and crying like someone just died, just so they are left alone. Wow, the awful memories. Was wondering how if I could  maybe find Mida, the girl that helped me keep my saneity there. I sure would love to not just thank her, but in return help her or family in any way I could now. With out her, I know I would have broke. Yea she was court ordered, and yea she was started over like 14 or more times, but if you knew her from a soul point like I did, man every soul should be like her. Spiritual thoughts can keep the worst souls alive and well at any point in ones journey, she taught me that, she showed me how to turn off everything around you, at one point I felt my soul leaving me, while all were screaming and tearing me a new ass so they thought anyways.The feeling of being somewhere else while all that was going on is one of the most powerful things I had ever experienced in my life. Can see yourself from a far. Even when they shook you, you never felt them. Every day they made  me sit by Mida because they thought she would scare me, little did they know she was teaching me to be free, forever free in the mind that is, and if your mind is free, then all of you is free. Any one can laugh if like,  but everyone has a way to stay free within self. I am just lucky I had Mida Garcia as my freind and teacher back then. Most did not have that. I really do believe everyone has the power within them to be free.  :peace:  :rose:

Antigen:
I get what you mean about holding out in your head. I remember when they chopped my hair off. One day they just lined up all the newcomers and had one of the parents, who was a dog groomer, do the deed. Mine had been waist length. The lady chopped it all one length at jaw level. It was so bad staff actually stood me up and apologized and had somebody come in a "fix" it. It came out like a boy's haircut. I refused the apology, just like I refused the "favor" of being called by my familiar name instead of my given name. Never take candy from strangers.

It's just so fucked up what they do to families, though. When my brother in Georgia kicked me out they told me it was just because they had had her sister living with them up till just before I showed up and they needed their time as a family (I had a 6yo nephew there too) I guess I convinced myself that my mom must have been pressuring them. Just couldn't accept the offhand rejection cause I'd held to the idea that once I was finally free of the Program then my brothers and sisters would welcome me with open arms. I asked him years later about that as I wanted to tell the story. Know what he said? He said I was acting like a druggie. In those days, 18 was the legal drinking age in Georgia and they didn't really enforce it all that much. I was almost 18 and had gone to a bar with a customer once after work and another time I had an actual date like dinner & a movie. Aside from that I worked two jobs and gave all but enough for cigarettes to my sister in law to cover the expense I thought I was costing them. Later figured out she was making a killing off of me. I was just biding my time till I could get my school records w/o my mom's signature so that I could finish high school.

My dad and one brother, the one who split the Seed early on, are the only members of my family who have treated me like family. I don't get invited to their yearly get togethers or weddings. My brother showed up at my wedding but brought my mom against my wishes so my dad didn't come. None of the others sent so much as a card. I remember my mom commenting on that. I just looked at her like she was stupid and said "Yeah, you did a real good job of turning them against me." Even at my grandmother's funeral they shunned me and made wise cracks about me. When my dad died I didn't even hang around for the funeral. I had convinced my dad's long time girlfriend to get on a plane for the first time in her life to go see him and had promised her that we'd leave the minute she said so. She was scared of my siblings. They can be so fucking cruel. Well Dad died the day after we got there and the whole tribe showed up. It was sick. They were making fun of her in various ways, made a big joke of my early childhood fear that I was adopted. Barb asked me to take her home the day before the funeral and I realized I needed to be around family who loved me, not these jackals. So I didn't really mind running home to my husband and kids.

12 years later and I still haven't been allowed to look over my dad's belongings. As far as I know, they're still stored in my brother's attic along with a cardboard box containing his ashes which they haven't gotten around to burying.

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