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Bigfrank:
I was in the seed in Miami and Ft. Lauderdale.... The old comer that humiliated me by pulling my pants down and whipping me with the belt was 18 I think, he lived at home with his 2 step brothers and his parents... I will never forget the humiliation, the 2 step brothers were in the seed also and they had 2 new comers staying with them... He told me one day on the way to the seed that if I didn't get up and talk, as I said before I was very shy and I didn't really think this jerks step brothers or parents would really let him do that to me, well I was wrong there, the very next day after my old comer dropped me off, the freak started asking me what he had said the day before, I told him that I had tried but noone called on me, he said that was a cop out and he took off his belt and told me to pull my pants down, I told him that I wasn't going to do that then he grabbed me and told me that I was just making it harde on myself.... He was a lot bigger than me and before I knew it my pants were down right in front of his family and the 2 new comers... His father didn't say one word, he just let him humiliate me like that... I do remember after I was on the program for a few months, I saw the freak back on the front row and I wished he could have become my new comer.... I'm sure you can figure out what I would have done to this freak the second we got into my house......

Somejoker:
Thanks, Frank. Welcome. Your post kind of pisses me off and reminds me of the inhumanity of the whole thing. In the real world, doing that to a 14 year old could get you thrown in jail for several charges. But in the protected world of Juvenile synanon's, anything goes. IyMakes my stomach turn.
There was a recent post on the straight alumni site that claimed a guy stood up in group and admitted having sex with his oldcomer's 11 year old daughter in front of one of the principals. Nothing was ever done.
My question; sex with an 11 year old is typically called rape. Why wasn't this reported. Why wasn't the person arrested?
The whole thing is sickening..

MommaDebi:
Yes I agree, it is enough to make you sick.


 I would never place my son in such a threatening place.
 And they wonder "why" families became so fractured following our release from this program!
 I myself could not wait to move out of my father's home!I even went to a lawyer, he drew up a paper for my father to sign allowing me to be out of the house.
 It took a lot of courage for me at 15 to ask my father to sign this and let me go! Of course he refused and the next year was more hellish. But he finally did it when I was 16. I just did not want to be dragged back by cops believing I was a runaway!
 I calmly and happily walked out those doors and did not return for almost 10 years! I did survive!

[ This Message was edited by: MommaDebi on 2002-07-22 08:56 ]

MommaDebi:
Perhaps there was talk about me...I don't know.
 I had been working at Aunt Hatties restaurant (& later Uncle Ed's) and handing my paycheck to my father.
 He gave me back $10, for my spending money. The rest was room and board.Imagine asking your 14 yr old to pay for the priviledge of living at home: getting beat 3-4 time/week,being called a slut and a whore almost daily (Note,I was still a virgin), cleaning the house daily, and deeply on Sat, (siblings had no chores), setting up dinner between school and work, coming home at 11 pm, doing the dinner dishes, homework and crawling into bed about 1am so I could get up at 5 and do it all over again.
 

The Williams' family had offered to let me live with them, but my father refused. Oh, How I paid for that request!


Finally, he pulled me out of bed at 3:30 one morning screaming at me and beating me because "How dareI sneak out of the house", "stop pretending you were sleeping" ....I was grounded at the time for a B on my report card.Only allowed to go to school and work. which is truly what i had done! I never snuck out...not once.

 I guess the clean dishes, the finished homework, and the folded laundry did not count. I could not prove I had been home, since everybody had been sleeping when I got in and started on my nightly chores.He only broke 2 ribs that night, but I was able to get him to sign that damn paper! I felt so good~~did not know how good I could feel until then.

 I got a small apt downtown 3rd St & 6th Ave S. in an older home that had been made into apts. I was the only person under 65 there and I loved it! Cost $90/month including utilities! The electric wires were in metal tubing running along the whole place and I thought it was grand!

 My mother came over saw it hated it, but no offer to live w/her family!...soon Dad got me fired from Job, but I was taken in by the older people, they cooked me dinner and left groceries for me...how very kind they were! Then I found another job and moved closer to it as I had no car and relied on the bus system to go to work and school.


I was very lucky.I am very grateful that I survived!

My younger brother came to live with me within 6 months as Dad kicked him out.He lived w/me for 3 years, I never recieved any funds from dad or Mom for him, so I worked 2 jobs for a long time to support him while he went to school.

 PS Needless to say I did not let my son get a job until 11th grade, and even then PT only 2-6 pm at a law office in town. He has never had to pay for living with me! I bought his first car, pay his insurance and he has a gas card to use!



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[ This Message was edited by: MommaDebi on 2002-07-23 06:57 ]

GregFL:
Man, you have been thru it!. I am SO glad you are doing so well now. Is your father and mother still alive? If so, what is your relationship like. I understand what you are talking about with your kids. I am the same way with my son and daughter. Some day I will tell my whole story on this site, but I was also de facto without parents in my teen years, and it was awfull. I lost my dad to the cult, and my mom was a raging alchohlic.I felt like I was robbed of my entire teenage years.

My best buddie Rod was a dishwasher/cook at aunt hatties. I met him after he left St Pete and went to Lauderdale. He is the guy I spoke of in Marnie's post.
Remember him?
I talked to him about a month ago.
Greg.

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