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Robin Martin:

--- Quote ---On 2004-12-30 17:47:00, GregFL wrote:


 The Seed stripped the veneer (AND SEVERAL LAYERS) off  and rejected the "country Club" setting of some of these other programs. This was behavior modification at its most base.  No comfort, the chairs were purposely hard and akward to sit in, no air conditioning except in the staff's office (and this was florida, 100 degree and high humidity), the food wasn't only scarce, it was bad. Ice cold peanut butter sandwiches and one small dixie cup of coolaide a couple times a day. No bathroom priveledges at all, (FOR THE REBELS THAT WEREN'T PAYING ATTENTION) you were watched while peeing and defecating (NOT IN MY TIME)and these actions were logged in a book by a bathroom monitor.  You were walked to the bathroom after several initial refusals (NOT)and then watched while you went. Night sleeping was lock down (NOT W/ MY OLDCOMER) with no looking in mirrors, no looking at tv, no reading anything. (THIS WAS A DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE FOR ME...)You go home, write about your day, talk about your day, (YES, THIS DISCUSSION ABOUT MY MORAL INVENTORY WAS VERY HELPFUL IN CLARIFYING WHAT I NEEDED TO WORK ON) quick shower and in bed for 4 or 5 hours sleep under lock and key. (NEVER UNDER LOCK AND KEY FOR ME) back up again, transported to the seed and not allowed to look out of the car at billboards or anything. (WELL, THAT'S KINDA WEIRD ...) While at the seed, massive personal verbal attacks could come at any minute and if you nodded off or didn't look directly at the speaker, your fellow prisoners would be compelled to poke you hard in the back and furiously raise their hand to demonstrate their desire to yell at and humiliate you for the outrageous behavior of being tired, bored, or brazen enough to let your back rest against the back of the chair.

All actions were restricted at all times. Meanwhile, they constantly told you they loved you...sort of like an abusive spouse that smacks you in the face and then says they did it out of love...


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Sorry...can't relate to most of the above references but I'm sure it was real for some... I guess it was different for each and every one of us, right??


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I bid you peace!

Jimmy Cusick:
I dont remember anyone watching me when I took a leak  nor do I remember anyone writing it down when I went to the bathroom. To keep the record straight(no pun intended) I was in Ft.Lauderdale from July 1st,74 to August17,1975. There were major changes in the spring of 75 and I believe they were political/financial in nature. The seeds hours were cut from 10a.m.- 10p.m. To 10a.m.-8p.m. Half of the songs were eliminated and we didnt sing them anymore. Staff members lightened up. In retrospect we were being observed and Art had to make some improvements to keep Senator Muskie? satisfied to keep the federal money pouring in.

Yes my oldtimers slept in front of the door so newcomers couldnt escape at night. That was logical as alot of people didnt want to be there initially. Newcomers that were from Florida hated the seed because of its reputation. Out-of-staters like me(from Cleveland) didnt know any better.


If anyone deserves an "attitude" towards the seed its me because Suzy Conners made me "start over" again because an oldcomer had turned me in for talking to my mother with an "attitude". Sleep deprivation had something to do with that,im sure thats one reason they reduced the seed hours in 75.

The second time I was a newcomer I lived with 3 cuban brothers in Miami, they were poor as dirt and we ate this miserable rice with god knows what kind of meat. Yuck. After 3 weeks Suzy Barker approached me and told me I was going home with Larry *** who's sister had a terminal cancer disease and his mother was newly divorced and my job was to help Larry. Imagine that, I went from being a front row newcomer to being given a responsibility to watch and help someone. Larry lived in a big house on the intercoastal (a canal) and we used to drop our pants and "moon" the Jungle Queen as it went by. Those were the days man, Larry and I used to "rock and roll" to Led Zeplin and countless others. I eventually went back to my Mom's rented trailer for a few weeks before she went back to Ohio(not the pretenders song) and I lived with countless other families so I had alot of good and bad experiences. My outlook depends on how I want to look at it.

So that is another one of my many seed experiences, 30 years after the fact, we march forward in the road called life. I hope you all are having a pleasant journey. I have 45 days without alcohol and drugs but hey, who's counting.

Peace and Love to all Seedlings'
Jimmy

shanlea:
Robin addressed how some of her experiences were different with comments on Greg's posts.  But the thing is, even with those amendments, it still is therapetically unethical, not to mention destructive. All the verbal abuse, humiliation, isolation, and group think are omnipresent and harmful.  There's no getting around it.

Also, at CEDU, we had something similar to moral inventories, and there was an unspoken awareness that your writing assignment better reflect CEDU "values."  It was all constructed in a way that your experiences were skewed until you believed the constructed version over your own.  

I've read postings on MI's and I've even read some samples, and it sounds like the purpose is NOT to discover yourself but to denigrate every aspect of your life and person and to keep you focused on adhering to program "values." It wasn't a true moral inventory because you knew EXACTLY what you were supposed to write.

GregFL:
Sorry...can't relate to most of the above references but I'm sure it was real for some... I guess it was different for each and every one of us, right??


Not really Robin. Whether you believe you were helped or not by the seed, the events I listed above were exactly what transpired there. Is there something specific you take exception to? Lets discuss that...

GregFL:
For those above, I was often the bathroom monitor in St Pete, and a previous poster was a bathroom monitor in Ft Lauderdale.

In 1973, part of the "therapy" was making you hold your urine and bowel movements until Junior staff thought you couldn't stand it anymore, then you were "walked" to the bathroom, had to give your name, then a check was put in a column for either "shit" or "piss", then you went in the bathroom with your oldcomer.

I spent many a days as bathroom monitor, and I actually coveted the priviledge because even though I raised my hand, I was way away from the group and almost never called on.

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