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I hate it when the page goes all buggy like this.

If there is a God, he is a malign thug.
--Samuel Clemens "Mark Twain", American author and humorist

Um... maybe I'm missing something, but I don't exactly understand how anyone here can take offence to that song.

The song is pretty awful; pretty much nil artistic merit. The singing generally sucks, the children's voices are nothing but trite. Etc, etc. However, the general message behind the song is pretty clear: start paying attention to children dying in residential treatment centres.

So... what's the problem?

Anyhow,  today is my 1-year anniversary of sobreity, and subsequently my 1-year anniversary of entering the "AARC Family". In approximately 3 weeks I will again celebrate another anniversary, except this one will be "1 Year AARC-Free"... Say, I wonder if AA gives out keychains for that one? :razz:

Hey, I really like this idea. Let's everyone post our true anniversaries, the ones we have to look forward to. I'll start:

August 7, 2005: The third anniversary of my sobriety.

August 17, 2005: The first anniversary of the first time I felt truly safe in 2 1/2 years. (Also the first anniversary of my 18th birthday.)

August 21, 2005: The third anniversary of having been incarcerated against my will, against my rights and against the law in an abusive institution that proceeded to attempt the complete destruction of my self.

Mid-October 2005: The third anniversary of having lost all sense of self, all dignity, and all hope.

Mid-November 2005: The third anniversary of a most grotesque abuse of authority by an oldcomer. I was forced to stand in the bathroom with my oldcomer while she defecated. She proceeded to wipe herself with her hand. Then she approached me and forced her hand in my mouth.

Day After: The third anniversary of having been publicly chastised and humiliated for having spit out the water I'd had in my mouth during the incident.

Late November 2005: The third anniversary of a rape. In the dark of the AARC laundryroom where I'd been led by my oldcomer. At least three. none of whom I can Identify. Also the third anniversary of having lost the will to move, the will to fight, the will to live, the will to speak. I died inside that afternoon, and I'm still trying to get back. I can't speak anymore of that now.

December 31, 2005: Third anniversary of an escape. I walked out of a host home where the door to the bedroom had been left open and unalarmed. The door to the outside likewise. I ran as fast as I could, terrified and yet fighting against the urge to return, in bare feet. It was 3am, there was snow and I was in my pyjamas. I thought nothing, I just ran.

January 1, 2006: Third anniversary of reading a book for the first time in six months. Also, third anniversary of touching a piano for the first time in six months.

February 2006: Third anniversary of my first day at school post-AARC. I'd convinced myself (through considerable aid from AARC) that I was incompetent, unintelligent, patently lazy, and that I'd never yet accomplished a thing in my life. So I redid a full year of courses, believing that the marks I'd achieved previously at the gifted high school I'd been attending before AARC weren't good enough.

June 2006: Third anniversary of having spoken with someone unrelated to me since AARC. It took me that long to be able to speak.

June 2006: Third anniversary of my achievment of a 94% average, the second highest in my school.

July 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I'd laughed in close to a year.

Christmas 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I was able to kiss my sisters and tell them I loved them in a year and a half.

July 8, 2006: The first anniversary of having explicitly told someone of being raped. The first anniversary of breaking a destructive silence. The fisrt anniversary of choosing to never be victimized by this agin. The first anniversary of a very great anger. The first anniversary of an end to allowing this violence to continue.

Anyhow,  today is my 1-year anniversary of sobreity, and subsequently my 1-year anniversary of entering the "AARC Family". In approximately 3 weeks I will again celebrate another anniversary, except this one will be "1 Year AARC-Free"... Say, I wonder if AA gives out keychains for that one? :razz:

Hey, I really like this idea. Let's everyone post our true anniversaries, the ones we have to look forward to. I'll start:

August 7, 2005: The third anniversary of my sobriety.

August 17, 2005: The first anniversary of the first time I felt truly safe in 2 1/2 years. (Also the first anniversary of my 18th birthday.)

August 21, 2005: The third anniversary of having been incarcerated against my will, against my rights and against the law in an abusive institution that proceeded to attempt the complete destruction of my self.

Mid-October 2005: The third anniversary of having lost all sense of self, all dignity, and all hope.

Mid-November 2005: The third anniversary of a most grotesque abuse of authority by an oldcomer. I was forced to stand in the bathroom with my oldcomer while she defecated. She proceeded to wipe herself with her hand. Then she approached me and forced her hand in my mouth.

Day After: The third anniversary of having been publicly chastised and humiliated for having spit out the water I'd had in my mouth during the incident.

Late November 2005: The third anniversary of a rape. In the dark of the AARC laundryroom where I'd been led by my oldcomer. At least three. none of whom I can Identify. Also the third anniversary of having lost the will to move, the will to fight, the will to live, the will to speak. I died inside that afternoon, and I'm still trying to get back. I can't speak anymore of that now.

December 31, 2005: Third anniversary of an escape. I walked out of a host home where the door to the bedroom had been left open and unalarmed. The door to the outside likewise. I ran as fast as I could, terrified and yet fighting against the urge to return, in bare feet. It was 3am, there was snow and I was in my pyjamas. I thought nothing, I just ran.

January 1, 2006: Third anniversary of reading a book for the first time in six months. Also, third anniversary of touching a piano for the first time in six months.

February 2006: Third anniversary of my first day at school post-AARC. I'd convinced myself (through considerable aid from AARC) that I was incompetent, unintelligent, patently lazy, and that I'd never yet accomplished a thing in my life. So I redid a full year of courses, believing that the marks I'd achieved previously at the gifted high school I'd been attending before AARC weren't good enough.

June 2006: Third anniversary of having spoken with someone unrelated to me since AARC. It took me that long to be able to speak.

June 2006: Third anniversary of my achievment of a 94% average, the second highest in my school.

July 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I'd laughed in close to a year.

Christmas 2006: Third anniversary of the first time I was able to kiss my sisters and tell them I loved them in a year and a half.

July 8, 2006: The first anniversary of having explicitly told someone of being raped. The first anniversary of breaking a destructive silence. The fisrt anniversary of choosing to never be victimized by this agin. The first anniversary of a very great anger. The first anniversary of an end to allowing this violence to continue.

Arrêtez-le vous deux; des gens vont penser que j'écris comme «Anonyme». Mon gar ne serais pas content s'il lisait que je suis devenue lesbienne.

Although I am hating myself for stooping to reply to you...


I never have been and never will be a "druggie". I haven't used drugs since several weeks before I was forced into AARC. So it's been almost three years since I've used drugs; even though I ran before I got Step One, and have never chosen to "apply the tools of personal change" that AARC thrusted so violently upon me. Astonishingly, just having decided not to use drugs again was the only tool I needed to keep from doing so.

As an aside, just so you don't pull the whole "once a druggie, always a druggie" routine... I have in my entire life used drugs less than 20 times. Over two years, I EXPERIMENTED lightly with marijuana (about 10 times) and LSD (4 times). Using non-addictive drugs less than once a month is not enough to classify a person as a drug-addict.

Also, in response to your "dead, insane or in jail" comment... my life at this point is as far away as possible from those options you've offered me.

By the way, I wasn't using the fact that she was on staff to justify my attempt to contact her. Generally, being on staff at AARC is a point against me wanting to communicate with them. I was simply using this fact to identify her.


In conclusion, dear sir... I don't like you; leave me alone; vas te faire foutre. [ This Message was edited by: Rachael on 2005-04-10 16:14 ]

I am not even sure of her last name...



But Brandi was a staff member while I was in AARC (Aug. - Jan. 02/03). She relapsed (I learned later) and disappeared. If anyone knows where she is (or if she reads this). PM me.







Incidentally, if anyone else would like to speak with me (I am especially looking for people I was in  AARC with), feel free to write.

Article 37
States Parties shall ensure that:
(a) No child shall be subjected to torture or other cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment. Neither capital punishment nor life imprisonment without possibility of release shall be imposed for offences committed by persons below eighteen years of age;
(b) No child shall be deprived of his or her liberty unlawfully or arbitrarily. The arrest, detention or imprisonment of a child shall be in conformity with the law and shall be used only as a measure of last resort and for the shortest appropriate period of time;
(c) Every child deprived of liberty shall be treated with humanity and respect for the inherent dignity of the human person and in a manner which takes into account the needs of persons of his or her age. In particular, every child deprived of liberty shall be separated from adults unless it is considered in the child's best interest not to do so and shall have the right to maintain contact with his or her family through correspondence and visits, save in exceptional circumstances;
(d) Every child deprived of his or her liberty shall have the right to prompt access to legal and other appropriate assistance, as well as the right to challenge the legality of the deprivation of his or her liberty before a court or other competent, independent and impartial authority and to a prompt decision on any such action.