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GregFL:
everyone had to write their "moral inventories" every night, not just you, and the stories of staff being junkies, well some of them maybe but everyone (probably even including you) exagerated their drug "problem".
Anonymous:
--- Quote ---On 2005-01-20 09:46:00, GregFL wrote:
"girls had their hair cut in what my sister described as a "pixie" style. It was almost a unisexual cut. They were also stripped of all their makeup and cute clothes,adopted the crude language of the seed and didn't wear any perfume or cologne and were therefore stripped of their femininity.
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It was 'suggested' I cut my hair and did not. It was armpit length when I came in. I did however decide a few months later to get it cut to shoulder length (easier to take care of). Yeah, I was a KID who should not have been wearing makeup and revealing clothes, i.e., blouses unbuttoned to here, low-rise jeans showing my belly, going braless, etc. Stripped of my femininity?? I wasn't quite mature enough to understand what that meant at the time, I WAS A KID!! If anything, they taught me to respect myself and my body. :wave:
Anonymous:
--- Quote ---On 2005-01-20 18:17:00, Anonymous wrote:
It was 'suggested' I cut my hair and did not. It was armpit length when I came in. I did however decide a few months later to get it cut to shoulder length (easier to take care of). Yeah, I was a KID who should not have been wearing makeup and revealing clothes, i.e., blouses unbuttoned to here, low-rise jeans showing my belly, going braless, etc. Stripped of my femininity?? I wasn't quite mature enough to understand what that meant at the time, I WAS A KID!! If anything, they taught me to respect myself and my body. :wave: "
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If you were old enough to wear a bra then you were old enough to have some sense of femininity. It is an inherent part of your psychological identity. For that to be stripped as it was forming was not healthy.
I swear sometimes I really think that parents freak out when they find out that their kid actually has a mind, body and spirit of their own. It's scary, I know, but our job is to GUIDE our kids through that time period in life. Our job is NOT to mold them into some image of what we want them to be. They're going to do outrageous things. They're going to wear outrageous clothes. They're going to get piercings or dye their hair weird colors or wear all black or whatever. They're going to try drugs. They're going to drink. It's ALL GOING TO HAPPEN AT SOME POINT OR ANOTHER. It's the start of the process of cutting the apron strings. Our job is to help them merge into adult responsibilities and privileges with a sense that they balance each other out. It's like the condom/abstinence thing. I talked to my kids about sex, explained all the reasons why I thought they should wait until they were really ready, the dangers......all the stuff you're supposed to say. BUT....I also said...look, if you ARE going to go out and do it, here's a package of condoms. Same thing with the entire package of growing up. You KNOW they're going to do stupid, irrational, dangerous, moronic things. It's a part of growing up. Helping them find a right balance between finding their own autonomy and keeping themselves alive and relatively healthy is my job.
Ican'tTalktoYou:
Ah! I just figured out the exact year I got incarcerated at the seed. It was 1973. I remember hearing the following new song on the radio all the time at my foster family's house:
Stuck inside these four walls, sent inside forever,
Never seeing no one nice again like you,
Mama you, mama you.
If I ever get out of here,
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get out of here.
Good Ol' Paul McCartney and also Midnight at the Oasis was on all the time.
Wanting everyone to look and act the same reeeeally inspires creativity and individuality also. Very healthy to be automatons.
truthjunkie:
Hi all....I found this site quite by accident, I was searching info on the Hal Marchman Act a few days ago and have been lurking here ever since! I can't seem to quit reading this stuff. I still haven't remembered much more about it than this; it must have been 1972, I think I was at 2 different locations, the first seemed like maybe a huge tent? I remember the names, Art, Libby. There was a stage? with a very brightly painted toilet on it maybe it was pink, and although I don't have a specific memory of it being used, I don't think it was a good thing. The second location seems like it was on a busy, but desolate highway, it was some sort of loading dock,abandoned, concrete wharehouse type place. I remember my mom suppying me with cartons of cigarettes, probably her own guilt for putting me there. I asked her questions about it yesterday and her memory is vague but she took me out? or let me quit? because she said she didn't think it was right that they made you stand up in front of everybody and tell what a stupid, worthless asshole you are. I do remember being very afraid at school (sunrise middle?) to talk to my freinds because they had people watching you and would tell, I can't remember what would happen if you did. I have no concept in time of how long I was there.
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