Sometimes I think about teachers, especially my favorite ones, who knew me really well. I was in Straight, and they did nothing, at least as far as I know.
My friends, I have heard, knew about Straight (then why didn't I?) and tried to talk to my parents, though.
Doctors I saw since I was little, and so on.
Then I came back, and I was SO pale. My schoolwork was different too. My favorite teacher said "you are so brave". Everyone was into the fact that I was "an alcoholic" "in recovery". How special.
I think one counselor knew. I didn't see him long enough to get into the brainwashing thing, however.