provo canyon school was a never-ending game played within the gates of hell. I spent 2 years of my life getting abused physically and mentally by staff that worked there. many simple rights were taken there like being able to use the restroom when you need to. i underwent severe punishment in a constant mind-trap. i recall one night at about 1:00 in the morning i was forced to sit indian style and stare directly at a wall in the snow while it was snowing in my boxers for 2 and a half hours. another time i laughed once when everybody had just gotten into bed and i was grabbed from behind from a staff by the neck and arm where my face was smashed into the wall and then dragged 15 feet to a confinement cell. my friend tried to stop them but they "P.I." him which stands for a physical intervention. they dragged me into the back holding cell and through me into the wall. i sat in that sell from 10:00 that night until 9:30 the next morning in my boxers with the confinement door shut with the cold air-conditioning turned up all the way. i sat on the cold cement floor until 9:30 in the morning until i was given a small paper cup with water to take a muscle control pill that doesn?t allow you to move your body, and if you do move your body you got really bad cramps and spasms. Around 4:00 that day i was finally given food but it was hard to eat because i had extreme rib cramps from being slammed into the wall. the nurse came to inspect my ribs and said that there was nothing wrong and i was just complaining to get attention. my ribs were bruised pretty bad because the next day my ribs had a big bruise mark going across them. i asked to see the nurse but they refused to look at my ribs so i asked the "senior-on" which is pretty much the person that is in control of the entire facility that day. the nurse told him not to worry about my complaint because i was just trying to get attention. i went through hundreds of mental trapping mind games that fled my mind with constant depression. it got so bad at !
points that a level of insanity was closely reached. one of my friends got pushed to the limit and one day they found him, they kicked down the bathroom door where they found him in a large thick puddle of blood. he had locked himself in the bathroom, broke the mirror and slit his wrists going with the vain. he then stuck the piece of glass up into his neck in two places. i guess evidently he was trying to slit his own throat. they found him spasing and shaking because he had lost so much blood. he had spent nearly 3 and a half years in this place before he decided that he couldn't take it anymore and he needed to escape. stuff like this happens everyday in this place where it is just ignored as if nothing has happened. some cases are even worse then what i have mentioned today. a girl about 6 years before i went there was found in the shower where she hung herself. she died and no justice was done nothing was even looked into they just told her parents that she was severely mentally unstable and nothing was ever done about it to this day. this place doesn't help you it just creates so many problems and instabilities once you get out that you are set up for instant failure. i have ran into several people on the streets that i knew when i was in there and they where just there for talking back to their parents, minor school absences, and occasionally smoking pot they turned into crackheads and severally emotionally disturbed. the question is how long is a place like this going to go on for until something is done about it?.... where is this society taking us?....do we really want are children and loved ones heading in this direction?....u choose which direction you want your child to go in...but this is just the spoken words of truth from someone that has gone through this experience and wants to let you know what really goes on behind those never-ending locked doors....
