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Peninsula Village / Re: Lay It On Them, Jeffrey.
« on: September 24, 2009, 10:13:19 PM »
If he went in there with an uzi, I went in there with a Neutron bomb.
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Facility Question and Answers / Re: Peninsula Village Q/A thread
« on: October 22, 2008, 05:16:22 PM »
I was at PV from Dec. 93 - April 94, If anyone has any questions about Vance Sherwood's reign of terror, I'd be happy to answer them, as best I can.
My story is located here, but I didn't tell all of it. There's a helluva lot more I should've added, but It was late at night when I found this forum, and my story would take about several weeks to type out.
viewtopic.php?f=62&t=26001
And does anyone remember the name of that scary looking Jewish psychologist, that was there in the early 90's, with the ultra curly hair, and the 2 inch thick glasses? I think he was probably my worst experience at PV. I loathed group sessions with him.
And can someone verify if Mr. Gorman (If anyone remembers him..) was really Steve Gorman's (drummer for the Black Crowes) brother? I heard rumors that he was....
My story is located here, but I didn't tell all of it. There's a helluva lot more I should've added, but It was late at night when I found this forum, and my story would take about several weeks to type out.
viewtopic.php?f=62&t=26001
And does anyone remember the name of that scary looking Jewish psychologist, that was there in the early 90's, with the ultra curly hair, and the 2 inch thick glasses? I think he was probably my worst experience at PV. I loathed group sessions with him.
And can someone verify if Mr. Gorman (If anyone remembers him..) was really Steve Gorman's (drummer for the Black Crowes) brother? I heard rumors that he was....
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Peninsula Village / Re: $1,000 says I'm still the oldest person ever admitted in PV
« on: October 20, 2008, 05:12:49 PM »Quote from: "Che Gookin"
man.. thanks for posting. Stories like yours remind me why it is important to stay focused and have an objective in this quagmire. Have you seen the Q/A thread up in the Facility Questions and Answers forum? I'm curious to know how much PV has changed since 1994.
coughs.. Zen... pvexposed.com.... coughs...
Yes, I saw it.
Most of what was said was true. I witnessed one kid, in a STU get PCI'd twice in one day. They constantly antagonize you and expect a reaction - just waiting to pounce. I met a former counselor about a year later, at an NA meeting, and he was still just as patronizing, even after I'd escaped that hell.
I'd really like to know who that ex-counselor who posted here, was. Seeing as how I was there around the same time, and can back up most of his stories. He my have even been one of MY former counselors. He described building a new cabin around 1994, I was part of that. The STU cabin was planning on building a new cabin, before I left. I don't know if it ever got off the ground. We were chopping down trees, and adding new pee-tubes, before I was sent home.
And that pool they had, I don't think I ever saw anyone in it.
And one funny side note - I STILL have the thick tube socks I received as a 'Christmas gift', from the Village. I have to admit, those things were comfy, on cold days. Especially during the big ice storm we had, in winter '94. Those things turned out to be a godsend. Now, my cat eats on them.
Oh, and Zen - It was the court who gave me the option of PV or jail. I was no longer in my parents custody, and wasn't placed in state custody. I was already living by myself, before I was admitted. I was arrested because my parents and family counselor called the police on me when they found weed in my apartment. I turned 19 about a week after I was admitted.
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Peninsula Village / $1,000 says I'm still the oldest person ever admitted in PV
« on: October 19, 2008, 07:53:41 AM »
HI, I'm new here. Stumbled on this forum by accident. My experiences of PV emulate most of everyone else's here. I was a "patient" from December 18, 1993 to April 5, 1994 (I remember the date vividly, because I remember hearing about Kurt Cobain's suicide on the radio, on the trip home). I'll go by my initials - MM, just in case anyone here might remember me - being so much older made me stand out so much more.
Fortunately, I had one distinct advantage that most of the others didn't - I was 18 when admitted and turned 19 a few days in, and was given the choice of here, or jail. As an adult, I could literally get up and sign out whenever I wanted to. Only if I did, I'd go back to immediately jail, or was TOLD I would, by staff (total lie, I later found out). Fortunately, I had an impatient judge, and I was forced to leave after completing close to 5 months. I was only PCI'd once, but I didn't go down easy, because I was equal in size to about 60% of the staff, at the time. Took 7 of the bigger males to pin me down.
My first day was a nightmare. I was taken up to STU-2 ("STU 2. Sucks to be you..", as I used to joke to myself to hold on to some reminence of sanity..) in that old gray van, by Mr. Moon (A pale, scrawny, stubbly, dweeb who looked like he should be climbing a mountain in Seattle, somewhere - always wearing that blue and black Northern Face jacket, and those nerdy, narrow, thick glasses that are commonplace nowadays.) and Mr. Craig (The man was a 6ft 3, ex-football player with a chest the size of a cars hood, who obviously served as the intimidation factor). I wasn't even in the van 5 seconds before the hell began. As I tried to strike up a nice conversation with my new "counselors", seeing as how I was informed I'd be here 6-12 months, I thought I'd try and be pleasant about my situation. I was informed that since I was a "legal adult", they were gonna have all kinds of fun with me. I was called a "goth", even though I didn't wear black, or even look or act like one. I was told I had tried drugs I'd never touched before. I wasn't even an hour in, and I was being assaulted on all fronts. Then came the strip search and shower.... They knew my situation (about facing jail) and took full advantage. The anal rape or shanking jokes came at a steady barrage.
To this day, I still have nightmares of that place. I can't watch "Santa Claus: The Movie" or "The Hunt For Red October" because those were two of the rare movies we got to watch while during my stay. I still can't sleep with any light in my room, what so ever, because of my experience in STU. I used to be able to tolerate Enya (one example of the music we were forced to listen to at lights out.) now I cringe whenever I hear any song from "Sheperd Moons". I'm still in therapy, to this very day, for all the abuse I received at group "therapies". I was severely bullied at school, until I moved in 1987. Regular school, back then, was a day at the races, compared with PV.
I think the only good day I had there was Christmas day, not to long after I was admitted. We spent the day watching the aforementioned movie, and a few select football games. And my final day when I told Dr. Vance Sherwood he was an "demented, sadistic, egomaniacal, fucktard with a fucking hilarious haircut, and questionable a doctorate credential". I was told that since I was leaving AMA (Against Medical Advice) I was to be given a quarter for a pay phone, and told to walk into town several miles away - driving in a car down Jones Bend is a long enough drive... Imagine having to walk it with 2 hefty bags full of clothes, supplies, etc... Even worse, imagine being in an unfamiliar city, out in the middle of nowhere, with no money, no transportation, or communication with civilization - your real home being some 250 miles away.
Fortunately, they called my parents and lawyer to let them know I had been released. So I had managed to walk for about 2-and-a-half hours before my dad pulled up. He angrily did a u-turn on the middle of Jones Bend (not because of anything I did). I never looked back. It took another 5 years for him to finally believe all the abuse that I told him went on there. My mom suspected something was amiss about 2 months in.
If I knew then, what I know now, I would've stayed in jail. I would've served 2 weeks, tops. But I still probably hold the record as the oldest patient ever admitted there.... The only two people still there that I recognize from my stay there, still employed there are Bob Pegler and Todd Roberts. BTW - I'm 34 years old now, and live a fairly average life. But my experiences there will haunt me until the day I die.
BTW - I hope using proper former staff names is okay. Feel free to edit the names if necessary.
Fortunately, I had one distinct advantage that most of the others didn't - I was 18 when admitted and turned 19 a few days in, and was given the choice of here, or jail. As an adult, I could literally get up and sign out whenever I wanted to. Only if I did, I'd go back to immediately jail, or was TOLD I would, by staff (total lie, I later found out). Fortunately, I had an impatient judge, and I was forced to leave after completing close to 5 months. I was only PCI'd once, but I didn't go down easy, because I was equal in size to about 60% of the staff, at the time. Took 7 of the bigger males to pin me down.
My first day was a nightmare. I was taken up to STU-2 ("STU 2. Sucks to be you..", as I used to joke to myself to hold on to some reminence of sanity..) in that old gray van, by Mr. Moon (A pale, scrawny, stubbly, dweeb who looked like he should be climbing a mountain in Seattle, somewhere - always wearing that blue and black Northern Face jacket, and those nerdy, narrow, thick glasses that are commonplace nowadays.) and Mr. Craig (The man was a 6ft 3, ex-football player with a chest the size of a cars hood, who obviously served as the intimidation factor). I wasn't even in the van 5 seconds before the hell began. As I tried to strike up a nice conversation with my new "counselors", seeing as how I was informed I'd be here 6-12 months, I thought I'd try and be pleasant about my situation. I was informed that since I was a "legal adult", they were gonna have all kinds of fun with me. I was called a "goth", even though I didn't wear black, or even look or act like one. I was told I had tried drugs I'd never touched before. I wasn't even an hour in, and I was being assaulted on all fronts. Then came the strip search and shower.... They knew my situation (about facing jail) and took full advantage. The anal rape or shanking jokes came at a steady barrage.
To this day, I still have nightmares of that place. I can't watch "Santa Claus: The Movie" or "The Hunt For Red October" because those were two of the rare movies we got to watch while during my stay. I still can't sleep with any light in my room, what so ever, because of my experience in STU. I used to be able to tolerate Enya (one example of the music we were forced to listen to at lights out.) now I cringe whenever I hear any song from "Sheperd Moons". I'm still in therapy, to this very day, for all the abuse I received at group "therapies". I was severely bullied at school, until I moved in 1987. Regular school, back then, was a day at the races, compared with PV.
I think the only good day I had there was Christmas day, not to long after I was admitted. We spent the day watching the aforementioned movie, and a few select football games. And my final day when I told Dr. Vance Sherwood he was an "demented, sadistic, egomaniacal, fucktard with a fucking hilarious haircut, and questionable a doctorate credential". I was told that since I was leaving AMA (Against Medical Advice) I was to be given a quarter for a pay phone, and told to walk into town several miles away - driving in a car down Jones Bend is a long enough drive... Imagine having to walk it with 2 hefty bags full of clothes, supplies, etc... Even worse, imagine being in an unfamiliar city, out in the middle of nowhere, with no money, no transportation, or communication with civilization - your real home being some 250 miles away.
Fortunately, they called my parents and lawyer to let them know I had been released. So I had managed to walk for about 2-and-a-half hours before my dad pulled up. He angrily did a u-turn on the middle of Jones Bend (not because of anything I did). I never looked back. It took another 5 years for him to finally believe all the abuse that I told him went on there. My mom suspected something was amiss about 2 months in.
If I knew then, what I know now, I would've stayed in jail. I would've served 2 weeks, tops. But I still probably hold the record as the oldest patient ever admitted there.... The only two people still there that I recognize from my stay there, still employed there are Bob Pegler and Todd Roberts. BTW - I'm 34 years old now, and live a fairly average life. But my experiences there will haunt me until the day I die.
BTW - I hope using proper former staff names is okay. Feel free to edit the names if necessary.
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