Howdy folks, new guy here
after some hours of reading here no one seems to have considered stockholm sydrome as a reason for why so many have a dedication to their childhood abusers. It seems obvious to me.
Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself, allow me to give ya a little of my background. Yea I was getting stoned alot and stole a few cars but I woulda been better off going to jail and serving a reasonable sentance rather the fouteeen months of stting in that metal chair for twelve hours a day (only ten on suday, woo hoo). Enough about me for now.
I'm sure I'm not the only ex-seedling who has wondered about his mental health enough to study it some. I see from reading peoples posts that many have needed years of therapy to deal with the traumas of seedlingdom. Not haveing those resourses I learned on my own.
Sympathy for your imprisoners is well known and documented and I think this was the doorway used to impliment receptivity to the plethora of more reprehensable behavior modification techniques used. After your sympathy was invoked for their cause they could go all B. F. Skinner on your psyche.
This isn't turning out as freindly as I wanted my first post to be so more about me. Yes that was 14 months on my 10 to 10. Why was I the record holder for being on your 10 to 10? I wonder often to this day and that was thirtey years ago. Only recently as my mom was whining about how when I left I didnt call or write till after over a year of living on the streets and turned 18 did I call home, that I googled up this site still filled with wondering. Guess I'm not alone in this not being sure what happened to me thing.
The only ex-seedling I have ever met since leaving was in a Krishna temple where I had gone for a free meal. He had the same vapid look all the indoctrinated seedlings had. He had decided to just let others make his major life decisions and be happy for it. Obviosly they were far kinder to him than the seed had been.
I have always been independent and doing that requires alot of self esteem to invision yourself as capable of taking care of yourself without the help of others. This was excactly the opposite of what the seed needed to turn me into a clone of everyone else. As far as I can tell my feeling I had always been a good person who maybe made some mistakes rather than an evil persona that needed to be wiped out and replaced with a nice complient seedling persona that doomed me to my record for being called newcomer. People came and went and I still sat there 12 hours a day, being walked to the bathroom and being locked in at night and behind gaurded doors all day. Still I never could bring myself to trust those peple or have any real sympathy for their perverted views of the worrld. I tried to pretend of course but it didn't work. They kept me anyway. My mother had to have sex with the judge( he's one of those big names ya read about an I'm looking into messing with his political ambisitions with this info) that sentanced me to get me progressed to old timer. Once able to go home I was able to get enough resources together to make my break for freedom. I remember mom askin why I was wearing my hiking boots to school and being glad she bought my excuse about wet sneakers. I think I was In Mobile Alabama before school let out and anyone would notice I was gone and I kept running till an ocean stopped me from getting farther away from them. Been here in California ever since.
Well I hope my insights can help someone deal with their issues as I too have spent plenty of time dwelling on what happened to me, as well as I hope you people help me understand some more of it for myself.
This seems to be a good place to end my introduction. You all have my sympathies and I wish you all happiness.