This was posted by Jersey Girl over on Cafety on page 10, here is the link to Cafety, it also has a lot of good info
http://cafety.org/index.php?option=com_ ... 11&id=1008or you can just Google Peninsula Village, the Cafety site is just a few down
I thought this survivors post had some good description of just what goes on in PV
"My admission day to the village, from the beginning i knew i was in for a wild ride.
It started with being escorted to the Village. I arrived in Knoxville and had one of those bad gut instinction feelings.
I knew before I walked in this was not going to be pleasant.
I was taken to the nurses station where I met with a nurse and then was brought up to STU now known as GAAU ((girls admission and assessment unit)). the place in itself is depressing.
You walk through the doorways of hell. I was shoved into a metal chair in front of the staffs desk.
I signed my life away. when i went to ask a question, i was shut down.
then they said that I needed to be strip searched. my immediate reaction was fuck you you pervs.
They led me into the bathroom where I had to strip all of my clothing except my underwear.
Then they told me to pull my underwear to the side, bend over and cough to see if i was hiding anything in a territory that was private.
I was crying and was told to quit being dramatic.
I sat my practically naked ass on the cold floor when they told me to stand up, strip completley and take a shower in which the shower stall had half of a shower curtain.
they told me it was to moniter me. this shocked me.
i had never had anyone monitor my shower time.
with that i guess it infuriated them and two of the staff grabbed me by the arms and led me straight into the time out room.
the room was bare. i had seen this shit in the movies but never actually experienced one.
little did i know that that would become very familiar.
I was told to sit with my back against the wall and not to talk. i needed to think about my actions. i was panic sticken.
my anxiety was going through the roof.
I threw up all over the floor in there which i was later made to clean up.
then they asked me awhile later if i was willing to cooperate.
i shrugged my shoulders and they showed me to my cubicle aka my bed.
I was told once again to sit up straight with my legs crossed and not to look at anyone.
If i could not follow this i would be escorted back to time out.
Well I was exhausted, so i leaned over onto my elbow. Some fat chick who was a patient and apparently one of the "trusted" saw me do this. she asked for permission to confront the new girl for laying down.
I was like uh so what?! she was granted permission and she called a group.
everyone stood. i was shocked i didnt know these robot patients were able to move.
everyone was like a zombie. I didnt stand, for lack of this phenomenon not being explained to me.
i was barked at the stand whenever group is called.
she confronted me and said thats all.
everyone sat back down simultaneously. Drones i tell you.
Later on, i didnt give a shit so i laid down. fuck that fat bitch.
Staff came over and grabbed me by the arms and escorted me to the time out cubicle this time instead of the room because apparently the room was occupied.
I was told to sit there not move and not talk and to stare at the wall of the cubicle.
Well after awhile of sitting there, they gave me my meal which i ate on the floor.
when i finished eating i stood up to go back to my coffin of a bed.
Next thing I knew, I was grabbed, kicked in the back of the knees and fell to the floor.
an extremely loud, obnoxious alarm went off.
I was panic sticken worse than ever. what the hell is happening???
down on the ground I lay, face down with people sitting on me holding me down. one or two holding my legs, one on each arm, one sitting on my lower back, and one holding my head down when i tried to lift it up to breathe.
I thought i was going to die.
Felt my lungs collapsing.
Still in shock, I vommitted once again.
my face shoved back into it. ugh.
What seemed like forever, they then picked me up, about 10 people.
they carried me like some animal back into the forbidden time out room.
i was stripped of my clothes by the staff and then dressed into hospital gowns with old blood stains on them.
this is all while still being held down.
later on, i was released and sent back to my bed. then there was group.
i had to introduce myself and tell why i was in gowns.
i had no idea why i was so i made some shit up.
later on there were showers and then some other sort of groups.
i was told to make my bed just like every one elses.
i didnt know what the standards for intricate bed making were so i made it like i did at home.
i was yelled and criticised for that by some 23 year old counselor.
finally after other bullshit, we went to sleep. if only i had been aware that bed time was the only semi peaceful time i would experience for the next 6 months.
damn
what a day what a day
Jersey Gurl"
For the record, as another PV survivor, everything in PV is timed and monitered, i.e. watched closely
bathroom time, shower time, getting from point A to B
there is no free time at all
the teens have no time to read, or do anything but be abused 24-7,
no free time at all!
everything is scheduled and over scheduled
they use going over time as an excuse to abuse the kids
the times are so short that someone always goes over,
everyone is punished together
it's just another way they keep the level of stress at non stop
you get very little time to use the restroom and you have to tell them what it is you have to do
to quote Jersey Gurl over on Cafety again
"there is no such word in PVs vocabulary such as privacy.
It is completely invaded and is taken away from you.
For instance and I know this is a nasty subject but it seems important, when you had your period, and you used the bathroom, you had to wrap up your used feminine product and then show it out the stall door before you could flush your toilet.
That is just fuckin wrong man.
Our bathroom times were on their terms to and timed.
Before you went into the bathroom you had to hold up either one finger for peeing, two fingers for 2, and some weird hand gesture if you needed to also change your feminie hygiene product.
Jeez I dont know but being timed on your time to piss or whatever you needed to do, thats just flat out ridiculous.
you had 1 minute to pee, 2 minutes for #2 and an extra 30 seconds if you needed to change."
sorry for the grossness but it is important"
Here is another quote from a survivor called Milkblood over on Cafety:
"I was in Peninsula Village for 8 months in 2003-2004.
I was in the lockdown unit for the first 4 months and in the cabins (in the winter) for the remainding 4 months. The lockdown unit is one room with 12 beds in it.
You are not allowed to look up from the floor at anyone entering or leaving the unit.
You are not allowed to look at other patients or talk to them.
You have to sit in the middle of your bed all day, back to the wall, no sleeping, eyes open.
If you are seen by another patient breaking a rule (which i never understood as you aren't supposed to be looking at other patients) you are then confronted by the whole group and are given a consequence.
When I was on STU (the lockdown unit) I was restrained countless times.
The very first time I was restrained on the bed, I had these huge mitts on my hands to keep myself from picking at my fingers. I will not deny that I had been harming myself by picking at my fingers.
The nurse on charge put bandages on all of my fingers.
As I was in my bed with these huge mitts on and bandages, I was touching the ends of my fingers to see if the blood was still flowing to the tips of my fingers as the bandages were way to tight.
A staff saw me doing this and literally jerked me onto the floor as those horrible sirens went off.
They hoisted me up onto the bed after about 5 minutes of holding me down (I wasn't resisting as i was terribly frightened).
As they were strapping my legs and arms into the bed net I remember (and will never forget) the words that the staff said to me.
She said "We are not doing this to hurt you." ALl i could think about at that time was why am i being strapped to this bed.
I will never forget these moments.
In the cabins we live in a small cabin with 12 bunk beds.
We slept in our own sleeping bags as it was winter.
There was no electricity in the cabin.
There was one lightbulb over the staffs desk that was lit by a car battery.
The cabin was heated by one woodstove in the center of the cabin. We were forced to clean every place we visited, (the YC, the bathhouse, the cabin) numerous times.
If there were over 5 specks of dirt found in the location, we were made to clean it all over again.
Repeat process if more dirt was found.
Sometimes we spent the whole day cleaning the YC while the staff sat in the chair and watched.
One patiend that was there was always vomiting her food up.
She thew up in the woodpile and they made her clean it up.
She even resorted to vomiting in the vent in the school bathroom.
After a month it was discovered and they just ended up giving her a grocery bag to carry around and vomit in whenever she wanted.
IF she vomited in the bag she had to carry it around with her until the staff said she could dispose of it.
Is this sanitary??? NO.
Eventually this girl passed out in the toilet and was taken to the hospital, probably from severe dehydration.
Girls were put in straight jackets and walked around all day.
We had to carry around bags of sand as a consequence.
Our consequences as a group got so backed up that we had to wake up at 5am and do over 200 push ups for weeks.
I was pretending to be asleep one night and I overheard the staff making fun of a few patients.
When i told my mom about this in treatment i was brushed off by my therapist as being manipulative and lying to get attention.
there were so many things that happened at PV that i would love to forget, as they still give me nightmares to this day.
I am 20 years old now.I have No doubt that Pv is life changing."
here is one from Socleansara, also from the same Cafety site:
"I went to PV in 2004. It was treatment or a girls home due to some trouble i had gotten into.
My mom told me to play up my drug use to the judge so he would give me the option of choosing.
I went to PV and was on STU for 6 MONTHS!
not because I was a risk or because I refused the program but because I didnt have anything to talk about.
I never had any dark seeded desire to hurt myself or run away. None of that.
I come from an upperclass family in the suburbs of Memphis... Finally after months and months of being on STU they sent me to the cabins because they needed the room on stu for someone else.
I went to the cabins and once again had nothing to talk about.
I was put on "Permanent Silence" and wasnt allowed to talk to ANYONE for months because I didnt have anything "worthwhile" to say.
I was put on question cards which they tortured me with making me use a question card to ask for extra time in the restroom and with only 3 questions a day... I didnt ask for extra time very often.
One day we were making a trail from one cabin to another and all the sudden I wasnt able to breathe.
I started having terrible chest and back pains and couldnt move.
They made me walk from one side of campus all the way to the other just to have nursing say i was fine.
Shortly after I started vomitting and was unable to hold food down for quite some time.
Once again, nursing said I was fine with out doing any tests or bloodwork.
They wrote it off as test anxiety due to my upcomming ACT test.
My teachers tried to explain that I wasnt nervous at all and that something else could be wrong.
NO ONE LISTENED. I turned 18 and DCed AMA.
I came back to memphis and within weeks I was hospitialized on the verge of LIVER FAILURE.
I had gall stones that had come out of my gall bladder and were blocking off the duct that my liver uses to expell waste.
So all that TOXIN couldnt go anywhere.
The doctor that treated me said had I waited a week, my liver could of ruptured and I could have gone into some kind of shock as my body poisened its self.
Why wasnt I given the proper medical attention that I needed? Didnt my parents pay enough money?!
They told me repeatedly that if I signed myself out and left that I would "relapse" and DIE within months.
How encouraging right!?!?! When in fact its the opposite.
Had I stayed any longer I quite possibly could have died.
Obviously Im still very much alive. I just started my 3rd year of college, I hold down a full time job, at a bar I might add, I have my own apartment and my own car and I take care of my own bills.
A far cry from the hopeless drug addict they made me out to be.
My parents probably would have be interested to know all of these things but my family therapist didnt allow me to talk to my family often and when we did speak it was very brief and social.
I wasnt allowed to write my father at all and all of my letters home we read very carefully.
After going through them recently I have found that ALOT of what i was was blacked out with a marker.
Its only obvious that they knew from the get go that PV wasnt for me but the $$$$$ that my parents forked out was well worth the cover up.
My parents sent gifts for both of my birthdays and I never recieved them. Infact the cake she paid for for my 17th on STU was givin to everyone but me.
I was on "black out" again for not having anything "worthwhile" to say so everyone else including staff ate my cake right infront of me and I was never offered a piece. During my 14 months there I was never assisted or restrained. I never posed a threat or threatened to run. I never caused a problem for ANYONE. Why was I there for so long??? $$$$$$$ plain and simple. Im angry at the way I was treated. If there was something I could do about it I would in a heartbeat."
Here is some stuff I wrote, also over on Cafety, again just trying to give everyone an idea of what daily life/hell is like in PV, I'm PV is a money making scam over on Cafety, I also gave my statement to ISAAC, which I wish everyone else would do too.
i was thinking about the hard labor
i'm not sure anyone went into in great depth yet
it was what we did most days once out in the cabins, in STU you don’t go outside at all just sit on your beds,
We had work detail three days out of the week, two days of school with no homework.
and work detail all summer, we didn't go to school in the summer.
It was back breaking
We carried around an enormous Gott water cooler everywhere, it took two girls to carry it, i wonder how much it weighed? i looked up Gotts and the biggest one I could find on Amazon was 10 gallons, which full, i did the math, gallon to weight, would weigh about 85 pounds. That's a lot to carry around all day. I couldn't lift the thing full by myself.
it was our water supply for the cabins, again the cabins have no running water .
We cross sawed logs with an actual old fashion cross saw and were timed and punished.
It?s really hard to cross saw a log with an old fashioned cross saw.
We also mauled wood and dug stumps out of the ground. We did this a whole hell of a lot.
We had to cut enough firewood for the winter because the cabins also have no electricity, only a woodstove.
We had quotas for wood, which were ridiculously high, and we would be punished if we did not meet them
If you stopped working saying you were tired and felt ill you were consequenced then restrained.
We built things as well, and put in a big garden.
This was hard because the garden area was a mile or so away so we had to carry all the gardening tools and wheelbarrows full of manure and such out there. Don't forget the cursed Gott!
We dug up stumps and did all the grounds maintenance.
On weekends, when we weren't doing our normal forced labor schedule
We would clean everything,
Again we had no free time to read or relax or sleep in or any of that normal stuff.
we were made to exercise as consequences all the time, there are a lot of consequences in a day at the Village.
Pushups a lot, over a hundred a day at least, on a good day.
I, a thin small boned girl, had back muscles, pronounced scary back and neck muscles,
there was all this digging stumps out of the ground and turning over garden beds with pick axes, this was not your mothers gardening.
They had my group build a two story big work shed building
and tar and lay shingles in July, nothing like training anorexics and foster kids to be roofers. In July no less! It was a mess and so hot.
On the weekends, instead of work detail, they had us do aerobics.
Really hyper nonstop aerobics for hours until you felt sick as hell.
the aerobic were again on weekends.
They wouldn't let us go to sleep after working like this all day until we finished all our consequence pushup or other exercises,
I can remember standing against a wall with my knees bent till I fell over at like midnight.
I also remember having to do 200 pushups before bed, and I hadn't even done anything. Staff was just picking on me.
I was pretty cowed throughout, because I didn't want to be abused.
The exercise hurt like hell. It was torture and they used it as such.
I was really really really exhausted the entire time there.
I used to fall asleep standing up and as soon as I sat down, and I would get in all sorts of trouble for it.
Cleaning was top to toe carry all the mattresses outside scrub down the entire floor cleaning, the whole campus, every weekend.
Everything is timed of course, getting from point A to B, with a wheelbarrow full of tools and manure or roofing tiles or wood or going to the bathroom or showering or cross sawing and so on, all timed.
It was really hard work and they made it as unpleasant as possible.
It wasn't work therapy it was just work detail and it was horrible and abusive and it hurt like hell.
we were covered in dirt and sweat.
we woke up very early.
I believe 5:30am
we didn't get to bed till late often
so certainly not a full eight hours of sleep.
and they would wake us up sometimes to be drug out to the wood shed to be shown how much wood we still needed to chop or something random.
If you asked the staff to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, the porta potties are a good twenty feet from the cabin, you were sure to have an unpleasant day.
this is additionally cruel as many of the medications have peeing often as a side effect.
they would with hold anything other then basic foods,
no condiments and such,
as punishment for not meeting work quotas.
staff would hype it up and brow beat us with it, it was arbitrary like everything else there really anyway.
I don't think food as a reward is an appropriate way to treat anorexics either, especially tied in with making them work past the point of all sense and abusing them
who comes up with such things?
cold showers were also a consequence and really short showers,
staff stands right out side the shower curtain too when you shower,
they also watch you dress, like they stand right there,
it's supposed to keep the anorexics from vomiting in the shower, but as they let them carry around bags of vomit, it ends up just being another way they totally invade every private aspect of being human,
like being timed and watched in the restroom.
i say the above because staff thinks they have a right to watch you in the shower so they really do, it's not they just stand there, some were worse then others in this respect, some are practically on top of you, others just keep an eye on you. Either way they stand right there.
They also very much encouraged us to become angry and look down on peers that they were picking on too.
They punish the entire group for the actions of each individual and try to breed as much anger towards the individual as possible.
often it would have no reason at all,
jill is not cross sawing fast enough, or something, we all must beat up on Jill?
Poor Jill would be cross sawing pretty damn fast too considering because she didn't want to draw staff attention!
it was just a way to keep the level of trauma high
for some reason PV thinks it needs to keep the level of trauma at non stop
they go on and on about breaking us down and such.
never saw any building back up though.
here is what I wrote about sexual abuse in relations to PV on another site
it needs to be said I think
oh and again
PV staff are Nazi sadistic monsters
and what they do is an insane stupid farce
they know this too,
having foster kids who didn't have much by way of education go to school TWO DAYS out of the week! and not letting them read for years
not to mention all the rest of the sick pointless crap that goes on in PV
it is a scam to make millions of dollars duh, you think
greed makes the evil peoples dreams come true
i can abuse foster children teenagers physically, emotionally and pretty sexually too, and make millions for it!
PV is so into sexual abuse, the emotional sexual abuse is certain, and a lot of the stuff is pretty off,
it seems like they are taking some restrained girls clothes off a lot in survivor accounts and there are real strip searches and people standing out side of showers and bathroom stalls always
Jersey gurl says in her strip search that they told her to bend over naked and cough! How is that not sexual abuse!
this is to some girl who was in PV because of PTS because her mother died!
they stand right outside the stall door, which you have to leave open
every time you go to the bathroom and time you and you get consequenced for going over your time
could that be anymore Nazi abusive degrading and horrific?
the teens have no privacy, any privacy they have is invaded completely rightly away, third or fourth day all the girls have a complete gyn exam, this is after being restrained for a few hours and strip searched and made to shower with staff standing right out side the curtain and treated more abusively then you ever have been before, shower curtains at PV are your typical see through pink plastic ones,
staff saw us all naked everyday,
they stand in the bathroom as you change and do all the other things people have to do without clothes.
Not to mention you sleep on wooden cubicle cots with no fronts in a medium sized open room with staff there breathing on you all the time, it's horrible, and so sexually abusive, not to mention the verbal sexual abuse in group.
It's like if some adult was able to watch you sleep, shower, go to the bathroom and beat all your secrets out of you, keep you completely isolated and locked in a small room with almost total power over you.
and of course brainwash you into thinking you deserve the abuse.
again for the millionth time some one from FOSTER CARE or the police needs to get a court order and go in and interview the girls in STU right now
sorry about how horrific the above is
and it needs to be seen for how bad it is so it can be stoped
who ever came up with the entire scenario, definitely is a very sexually abusive person
there is such a total horrifically abusive invasion of every private aspect of just being human, every aspect
and it has no point, kids who are anorexic or something, that level abuse did not help them, if you take someone who is depressed and torture them they become really depressed
i think most of the girls, were really suicidal after a few months in PV
i was right we did go to school Tuesday and Thursday
not Monday Wednesday and Friday
i thought so but i read another girls post and she confirmed it
what the hell is that, they go to school two days out of the week!!!?
i knew I remembered that we always worked on Mon, Wed, Friday
we worked a lot,
and we didn't go to school in the summer
and we didn't go when we were on shut down, we were on shutdown for four or five months
although they brought us work but not that regularly,
maybe it was just on Tuesdays and Thursdays,
that's not often really
school was certainly not in the foreground at PV
it was sort of a uncommon thing,
Especially when some other trauma was going on
Which, like with all abusive situations and people, there is always trauma
they would pull us out of school too if something happened?
we also had no real take home homework
which really prepares you for college!!
not to mention listing a behavioral mod. facility as your high school
with all the school shooter hype going on right now,
makes it very very hard to get into affordable colleges
trust me I have fought my way through hell with it!!
also Jersey Chick, when I was in we saw a psychiatrist, the real doctor who prescribes medications once every six months right?
for about a minute to discuss medications?
then we saw the therapist in group once every six weeks maybe
sometimes he decided not to show or put it off for a week or two extra?
was this the same when you were in?
i had no private therapy only group therapy
i don't know why, i had good insurance?
the every six week therapist was this creepy guy with bushy hair.
very in your face and they made a big deal about it when he would come by.
I wasn't overly impressed, although levels would be changed oh wow
and then taken away again among more sobbing
there was a hell of a lot of sobbing
the rest of the time it was group therapy two or three times a day with regular daily staff, who you don't see on the website"
Also by me:
PV promoted food issues
most girls were not anorexics or bulimics but if you had thrown us a pint of icecream we would have decended on it they focus on food as a reward every work day
its one of the only rewards we were given
it was again pretty much the only thing talked about during work detail, which is what we did the majority of the days at PV
they made a big big deal over it,
"YAY you guys earned condiments pass out the ketchup salt and pepper, good job group, reward yourself with food."
It was nuts now that i think about it.
"you guys were bad bad horrible teens and didn't earn your food today"
they did this every work day,
it was the main focus
"If you meet your work quota you get cake or sodas, cake and sodas"
cake and soda, cake and soda, cake and soda, again they repeated if you make your quota you get dessert or sodas or condiments throughout the day continously, it was pretty much all that was talked about by staff on work detail days "your not going to make your quota you bad horrible teens, no condiments if you don't make your quota"
"smack no cake and soda your a bad bulimic anorexic bad"
how the hell is that "treating" anorexia and bulimia?
seems more like torturing the anorexics and bulimics
they also took us on a field trip, a very very rare event, to Golden Corral of all places, we went on a field trip to just Golden fricken Corral, nowhere else.
everyone hit the buffet like a bunch of tortured teens out of a prison camp where they use food as a reward, they let the girls who were in there because of food problems pile their plates at the buffet too
it was nuts,
I'm not anorexic but I was dreaming about food and I hit the fridge like one when I got out
we were all weird about food in there. it probably killed a bulimic or anorexic or two.
it was very effective
we met the work quota's well enough to be allowed dessert rarely
i felt like Pavlov's dogs put it that way
"here cake dog cake don't you want some cake"
"well now that you mention it yes yes I do"
"no cake bad dog"
i kept waiting for them to hook up electrical wires to soda cans to shock us while they took notes.
"the teens, when presented with the proper inticement, seem willing to attempt to reach the soda even inspite of the shock up to 3.6 times, then they resort to the use of crude homemade tools, very ineresting, also it is fun to watch them twitch when shocked, hah hah hah hah"
I'm sure they would have if they could have gotten away with it.
if social services ever decided to show up for even a staff led tour it might have seemed odd. Plus why resort to shocking people when you have so many other slightly less obvious ways to abuse them."
Here is a statement from an ex PV staff members
also from the same site
"wow...been reading here and on fornitz for about 2 hours. I worked at the Village for several years in the early 90's in both the boys cabin and STU programs.
I oriented new kids to STU, did strip searches, wore the buzzer, participated in group therapy sessions, sat in treatment teams, worked with family therapists, slept in a cabin (hell, I actually helped BUILD one), drove a van to AA/NA meetings, chased down kids who eloped, restrained dozens of kids, and occasionally helped train staff to do the same. I guess I'm the enemy here.
I worked with nurses who abused prescription and IV drugs, line staff who left work at night to drive to Knoxville bars and then came back to work at 3am unnoticed, staff who met upstairs in the YC to screw at night, a counselor with a scab on the back of her hand from the back of her teeth (she got that from sticking her fingers down her throat to make herself vomit), aggressive STU staff who were quick to hit the buzzer to initiate a PCI (one kid called it "Patient Carpet Introduction"), and professional staff who seemed to set up line staff against each other at times, with the end result being a bunch of staff who were just as f&^ked up as some of the kids.
I also worked with incredibly talented and gifted staff members who truly made an effort to help damaged kids understand what they needed to do to turn things around. Peglar was one of those guys. I don't recognize him, from the way a few of you have described him. He was a caring, deeply intuitive guy who had a knack for reaching some of the toughest girls. Of course, I am talking about the early 90's, and he worked in the girls cabin program. Some of those other staff are long gone, as they recognized the tide of changes that came about in the mid-90's.
I felt at the time that much of what we did (I did) was helpful but in the back of my mind, I always wondered what happened after kids were discharged. Some of them made it...we heard from them and trumpeted their successes. I attended reunions a couple of times in the early 90's. One kid actually walked the Appalachian Trail after discharge. Others just disappeared. Sometimes I read about their deaths...two boys that I worked with committed suicide. One was an Army vet who went to Iraq in 1991 and was playing Russian Roulette. The paper said that "it was unclear if ____ knew that the gun was loaded." I thought damn...if you're in the Army, you KNOW if the gun is loaded. He didn't care.
Standards for staff were pretty high until Covenant came in around 1994 or 95. They wanted to save money and if I remember, they cut the starting hourly rate for STU counselors by a buck and dropped the college graduate requirement. This immediately resulted in a less-talented pool of applicants and created tension among staff when they realized that the old guys, doing the exact same job, got paid a dollar an hour more. I left a while later.
I took another job (not in the industry) and a few months later, a kid that I worked with at the Village saw me. I remembered him and said hello. He confronted me. He told me that he was not a bad kid but had made some bad decisions and that the Village had f^&ked him over and it took all he had to get out of there somewhat intact. He was angry but controlled. He made eye contact and measured his words carefully. He really needed to say what he said. I think I mumbled "thanks and I hope things are better for you now" or something like that. That's been 10 years, and I still remember it.
Someone was asking about the placement of the pee tubes. When I was there, the pee tubes were at individual cabins and were rarely moved. I helped a group dig a new site once...the bottom of each hole was covered with gravel, the tubes were placed, and the rest of the dirt was replaced. Occasionally we'd throw lime in the tube to help with the smell. The boys would use the bathhouse bathrooms when we could, and the pee tubes at night. I don't remember ever punishing a kid or harassing them for waking me up at night to go pee. Not saying it didn't happen, but I don't recall doing it myself.
I never saw anything that would constitute sexual abuse by any staff member. There was a program director (the one who crashed her car into a KPD cruiser on I-640) who was gay and seemed to hire a lot of gay women (and once really upset a counselor for implying that SHE was gay) but I don't recall any concerns or allegations at the time (early 90's) about that kind of thing.
That's all for now."
Here is something I wrote again:
"Here is is a quote I got out of my ethics class about rape, domination and pornography, I thought it was interesting in the context of how PV treats the kids ie. it tries to dominate every aspect of their lives and minds.
"According to MacKinnon pornography celebrates and legitimizes rape, battery, sexual harassment and the sexual abuse of children. More generally, it eroticizes the enforcement of dominance and submission that is common to all of them" ( MacKinnon 45).
If you look at it like this and watch TV for a while you realize just how sexist society today is as well.
The things that people are taught they have to be in a society have great influence on how they have to see themselves.
It also allows them to believe one thing and do something else completely.
The way these programs work allows for sexual abuse but also allows the abusers to be competely guilt free and even respected in the society while they are allowed to put all their shame on the teens they abuse.
They disserve it because they are bad teens. I am not watching them in the shower i am disciplining them because they disserve it.
all I'm saying is legitimizing watching teens change, go to the bathroom sleep and shower while enforcing complete dominance over their ability to do anything, stand up or lay down for example, falls pretty well into the psychological reasons people rape.
PV batters the kids, it sexually abuses them, it even legitimizes rape and celebrates it.
what counts for therapy in PV far more qualifies as a sort of sick celebration of the behaviors that PV says it treats.
It promotes suicide very much in this way, it does nothing but talk about suicide in this insane cult like way, with horrible abuse and the same with drug use or self harming behaviors.
PV's "treatment" of these disorders instead promotes them, making them cult like and ritualistic.
going into long details repeatedly with bulimics about buying the food they were going to use to purge for example.
PV legitimizes rape by saying the girls who were raped or molested were responsible for it and by abusing them horribly and telling them they are worthless and bad in relation to it.
PV and all of the programs that use these sort of criteria are sexually abusing the teens in their programs.
and using the programs to justify their sexually abusing them to themselves.
rape psych 101 the rapist always says,
they were asking for it
they really like abuse, PV says this a lot
and they disserve it
Also rapists want to dominate others
hmm what does PV say about the kids it restrains constantly and watches in the bathroom, shower and changing?"
