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I sent a note to the email link on the "committee/movement" website 3 days ago.
Just like DFAF's site, I have gotten no response.
HMMM....I shall share with you all.
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Marti and friends,
I hope this note makes the rounds at your next meeting.  The Fornits board helped a lot of people come to grips with suppressed memories, nightmares and gave a way to laugh a bit now and then.  Now it is a screaming match between people who do not even KNOW each other, slamming on whether or not someone is a looser or winner based upon whether or not they believe that the efforts being put forth by the committee are worthwhile.  
I wonder why I hear statements such as recent posts by "serpico" and "dragnet" and Falcon where I swear if it doesn't sound like Miller Newton bashing opinions in a post open meeting rap.  Was that Doug Hemminger or Marti that is slamming "Fuelaw" for his real world of law inputs which happen to be against the grain of what we ALL wish we could do but some know that we can't, at least not in the ways being purported by the committee as doable?  
I think that newbies are running for cover.  Ask Ginger how many new registries we have.  Definitely off the pace we were hitting, and damnit, I still hope to have some of my old friends show up, not run back to their suppression when they see what is on Fornits now.  When's the last time a brilliant post by Bob "85 day jerk" was posted?  When did Jeff bellflower drop out? Beating up on Clay?? He is a successful systems guy for a big company.  Where did our MD, "hedwigfan" go? WHOA, we are loosing voices worth respecting here.  As an RN I fight tough fights for people and regularly stick my dick on the line, but not for a questionably run cause.  
I would love to string up the bad guys too, but the St Pete times has tried for 25 years and nobody out there cares except us.  
I decided to put my energy posting to parent help boards,  treatment center opinion bbs's, and making a difference now for some kid today.  
Maybe one kid won't end up at Tranquility Bay or some other WWASP type shithole.  Attempting to embarrass Mel and Betty won't save one kid .  If a flood of straight veterans is hitting those boards, a parent could see a different opinion from a person who'd been there point of view.  That's an effort I bet 100% of the Fornits audience could support.
I wish you guys could see that there are survivors who need help coming to grips with it all.  Remember crying in front of your monitor when you first found the board, not sleeping due to the rush of it all coming back?  Well, that wouldn't happen today.  
Bill Hadley aka
Tampa survivor

Hey folks, I had a few names rattling around in my head, and I thought I might see if anybody knows em, or has info.
Brian & Scott Rice..Tampa
Mike Osborne..Canada
Wayne Bylaska Clearwater
Jay and Travis Crow..Atlanta
Darren Chastain...Atlanta
Pam Strickland...Atlanta
Peggy Oliver...Atlanta
Dawn Harbor...Tampa
Any clues?
Bill

Has anyone out there read this book?  It is chilling on more than one front, but the central theme is a right wing maniac group of govt rengades using high technology and suviellance to blackmail their way into power, and the people fighting them.  
Reminds me a bit of our new government powers and the current political climate.
 
 Why does it feel genuinely scarey now, rather than something Orwelle wrote in a book a long time ago?
Bill

I saw a common theme surfacing on a few other threads (see Pro Potheads last couple pages) with some straight survivors feeling very strongly about self-reliance and others who seem to believe that somebody else is responsible for people's failures.
Who thinks progress in an individual comes from a government program or "opportunity"?
Who thinks opportunities are made by individual drive?
What seperates the engineers, doctors, RNs, lawyers and web designers among us from those who are bitter?  Some lament the "system" being against them, where others thrive  under the same system.  
How are you doing?  
I wonder if the achievements of straightlings is higher, lower or equal to societies norm.

Does anyone know what happened to Mark, son of Miller Newton?  

Mark Newton worked at my dad's fitness center in Tampa after he left Jr staff.  He also waxed cars for extra bucks on saturdays for our club members.  Mark got to work at my fathers business when I was exiled to no parental visits, then shipped to Atlanta.  

Mark Newton was one of the 2 7steppers who physically TOOK me and Bobby Rugles to Atlanta and dropped us off.

I last saw Mark in 1983 when my family was invited to the wedding of Tracey A and Mark Newton. That was a weird night for me.  The only program "screw up" at the affair.  Sembler was there.  Everyone was there!

I am not mad if you are reading this Mark.  I just want to talk to you, as you became close to my folks at one time and your parents really ground an axe on me.

I wonder....

Bill Hadley



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Here on level one of executive purgatory we have a nice intake-coordinator to play good cop/bad cop with you for all eternity. Everytime you answer a question,two obnoxious geeks tell you you are lying, and you start over again.  Ann Crow got her start here but was demoted to a lower level in time...
Level 2
Now for the slightly worse behaving exec we have the second level.  Here you will be called on to relate & summarily cut short everytime you speak and told how FOS you are. Then you are sat down.   Repeat.  All day. Every day.
L3
Level three is fun.  If you're watching that is.  Here an assorted group of fun loving execs is enjoying full contact with all the MISDIAGNOSED "druggies" which were actually schizophrenic, abused, bi-polar or something but kept at straight anyway.  Here execs and staff "clinicians" have the loonies as DR.'s diagnose maladies AND treat the wayward souls for whatever they think MIGHT work. Curtis from St. Petersburg and Todd from Atlanta 1982 run the raps.  This is extra fun because all Todd ever did in the year I saw him was bellow strange sounds and bounce up and down like a pogo stick...
Level 4
A large snowdrift is all which is visible.  In the middle is Ruth-Anne Newton and her frostbitten son.  They loved to send unruly St Pete/Sarasota kids north for motivational therapy.  Marc pulls Ruthie through the snow all day,by the beltloop, but the cold keeps freezing his fingers.  Ruth-annes silver hair is getting messed up, and for "not taking pride in herself" she is forced to go to a bigger snowdrift. 
Level 5
Exercise level.  Here we find all the folks who perpetuated "excercise" raps.  They have to sweat sweat sweat until the walls "sweat", but every time they are almost to the dew point, the misbehavior running this rap opens a door and POOF, all that hard earned sweat floats away.  Keep jogging assholes!!!
Level 6
Wow, what did these guys do you ask your guide?  A huge pile of money is at the center of the room.  Suspended over the money, inverted, are all the board members, exec staffers and fund raisers for Straight.  The parents and siblings have bats to beat more money out of the pockets of our penance payers.  More money miraculously appears in thier pockets. The crowd goes into a fury.  At the end of the day, Mel Sembler is let down and has to light the pile of money on fire. Repeat continually...
Level 7
Dietary motivation therapy. A huge feast is prepared.  Sunday morning style Atlanta breakfast, St Pete fried grouper an stone crabs piled high. Fine Tampa Cuban classics like devilled crabs and paella. Virginia traditional thanksgiving dinner.  Regional favorites representative of all Straights are waiting to be eaten by a horde of hungry drug warriors.
But they cannot reach the table. There is a trench of peanut butter with an apple tossed in here or there.  To get to the tables, they must first eat their way through the peanut butter, and eat the apples too. But to eat all the peanut butter is impossible, because former dietary terrorism victims keep filling the pit between trips to the banquet. Boy oh boy this Grouper is good.
Does that peanut butter turn your turds green Mr Newton?  Oh, so constipated you would'nt know.  Eat up boyz
Level 8   
Second to the last, reserved for the special cases.  Newton, Buttimer,Tilly, Dave Crock, Chris Casselor and Wanda Minton types are here.  They are in group on first phases.  Some 2nd phaser keeps poking them in the back to sit up.  They slouch again.  The moral crusading 2nd phaser now grabs a shoulder, puts other hand mid-way down back of our former staffers and yanks them up.  The swinging begins, chairs fly, and the muffled screams of get your hands off me are quickly replaced by the frantic sounds of 2nd and 3rd phasers getting in on the action.  How many people can we sit on one body anyway the tormentors wonder?  Does this green stuff coming out of Millers nose mean his lungs are squished yet?  Hey Wanda, we dont care if you need to use the bathroom or change your tampon.  You need "humble pants" anyway...

Level 9 I will give back to Dante:
THE COLDEST PLACES IN HELL ARE RESERVED FOR THOSE WHO IN TIMES OF GREAT MORAL CRISIS MAINTAIN THEIR NEUTRALITY.

Hope you enjoyed.  I found it fun to write.
Bill

My name is Bill Hadley, and I was brought into Straight at 13 on 12-7-1980.  Before I went to straight I was a runaway living at a shelter for kids.  We had major family issues, but my dabbling in drugs and alcohol were secondary to those family problems.  Straight told my parents just what they wanted to hear: we will make him happy and compliant.  


Well, so started a 2 year journey which began with living in a strange home with lots of other boys.  I was not allowed to shower alone, and at one foster home they made us go two at a time in the shower.  This led to a fun evening at Wayne B.'s house when I threw a kid from Cincinnati (Trey F.)through the shower door, glass shattering everywhere, cutting 3 of us.  


I was able to experience what 40 kids in an intake room feels like every morning.  Jammed standing in a 10x10 room, gasping for the hint of A/C, while waiting for enough people to show up to group to guard the doors against us leaving.


I ran away.  5 times.  Each time I got started over.  I was put on peanut butter and bread diet for MONTHS at a  time.  That was all p'nut butter, all the time for me.  I was 14 years old, and growing.  Sort of.


I still ran everytime I made a higher phase, and my parents were barred from open meeting for months at a time while I was on 1st phase.  In the middle of this period I was told my parents were seperated because of me.  Then I was sent back to group.  I was not allowed to talk to them.  I refused to comply.  I was sent to the new Atlanta program.  Ruth-anne Newton stood me up in executive rap and made a big joke of it, and how if Atlanta wasn't cold enough to motivate me, Cincinnati was another option.  So I left St Pete, and the physical beatings that came to people who did not comply for the mental mind job of total social isolation.  In Atlanta I lived for EXTENSIVE periods of time at Ann Crow's house.  She would become a director of ATL program soon.  I did not see my parents or 12 year old sister for over a year.  My parents were totally involved and believed that they were doing the best,latest thing they could for their "addict".  


All of my relatives were told I was a "druggie" and would die without treatment.  My grandmother came to an open meeting and cried about me being a "junkie".  I had smoked pot, drank alcohol and tried to kill myself with Dad's sleeping pills once.  That is not a very clinical definition of addict, but I will never forget my grandmother equating me with needle in the arms junkies.  She cried so hard, and all I wanted to do was come home, see my sister, and go fish with my dad like we did before our family went nuts.


For a look at straight, go back through old posts and dead threads.  A piece of every story is part of me. I, like others could go on for hours.  I lived it.  Read the christmas at Straight thread.  Imagine being 13-15. I did not have my family for 2 holiday seasons.  I was 15 on the streets of Atlanta, with no contacts when I asked my parents back in Florida if it could just be over.  They flew me home.


Thank you for knowing you'd made a mistake Mom and Dad, and more importantly, making it right.


Bill Hadle


12/80-12/82


St pete & Atlanta programs






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