I remember the policy in Daytop. You could confess to crimes, and shit and you wouldn t get in any trouble.. You'd only get in trouble, if you committed the crime while you were in Daytop.
A kid who admitted to killing people to me, in a group.. ya know.. "my superior" told me that Daytop staff knew about it.
Also, I remember this one time in a group, this guy confessed to raping a girl.. he told us all, in a group of close to 20 members plus a staff member the whole story in great detail.
He started crying, and I admit I could feel for the guy BUT WITHIN REASON.. What transpired afterwards was insane.. Everyone started treating him like he was the victim.. They started placating the shit out of him, as though he was the victim.. I swear to god, they were acting as though he were the victim.. EVERYONE in the group.
Fuck the nameless girl who he did it, too, right?
She's the person I was feeling sorry for.. Not him!
Ya know what else was fucked up, he didn t seem so much to me regretting the crime as he was regretting committing an act that might piss off his Daytop friends.. Two of the girls who were in the group had been raped.. he apologised to both of them for his actions, and they strongly forgave him.
I spent days in a fucking chair, got "haircuts", shotdown for over a month, once cause I refused to cut my hair as an "image-breaker"
He admitted to raping a girl, and he was a fucking hero. There was something wrong with this place.. When I was a kid, I use to watch a lot of TV.. Whenever I saw shows that had something to do with cults.. I always got an eerie feeling.. that was the feeling I had my whole time in daytop.. It s that feeling of reality being so distorted that the good man doens t have a shot.. It's that feeling that life has no value.. just lost
Paul