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I am so glad to see you back here! Have missed your wonderful tales and excellent sense of humor.

I am thankful that you did not have to pull the flying shrapnel escapade on the landlord, and that in the end it all worked out well for you. That move thing is exhausting!

Not only does the email still work, but notice the address

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All the way to the bank they went at our expense! That is so ironic, or was it all a part of the plan?

And,the opening is so weird......Is My Child Using Heroin? Exactly what connection do they think of when they connect heroin usage with stems and seeds? I Never met a junkie who thought far enough ahead, or spent much needed habit money, to use visine, In all my days as a needlehead, I never used visine. Perhaps some did, but I never met them.  

Another thing I think is interesting is in the "reality tour" section, where it indicates that parental guidance is suggested because the tour may "cause physical or emotional damage". Does that mean that they are going to show actual restraints used by 5-10 group members?

"If they were doing illegal or unethical practices then they would have been shut down.  And they would not be certified by the state and other agencies."
 
Actually, there are plenty of WWASP schools out here in Utah that are still operating regardless of the countless children who have died and been seriously injured under the disguise of "treatment".
Tell me, what do you think is the necessary ingredient for having a "treatment" center shut down? Death? Well, obviously it has not been the ingredient here...poor kids die out in the heat of our desert every summer, Ian August is a prime example, yet the place is still operating. Some simply have heat strokes and are left permanently disabled.
From where I am sitting, the Lichfield's have just enough money to keep the "authorities" at bay, and the places are still up and running,(and certified) in southern Utah.

Actually, if you can get past the heavy Mormon influence, (seperate yourself, if you will) and look around, there is much to be appreciated.
As an avid flyfisherwoman, I find the rivers here to be incredible for my favorite activity! The trout that are pulled from these waters are magnificent! The mountains are majestic! We have an enormous amount of beauty in the southern end of the state, ARches NP, Bryce Canyon, Zion NP, etc... (Just don't go too far south, like into the ST. George area, you might be accosted by someone recruiting you into the WWASP schools!)The mountain which sits behind my home is raised at 10,500 foot above sea level. My home is at 5,000 foot, making this mountain a mile higher than I am! They are also great for hiking and camping! It is wonderful to watch the sunsets out here. The dust particles in the air, if you can get past the sometime smog, make for very terrific colors in the evening skies.
Wildlife is abundant, moose and deer frequent my backyard all seasons. The occasional coyote, mountain lions pass thru, also.
We have very distinct seasons, and the greatest snow in the world for skiing! Summers get hot, but with no humidity, it sometimes reaches 30%, it does not make the summers unbearable. In fact, it is quite pleasant at 100 degrees if you are in a shady area.
So, there are many things to be okay with living in Utah about. Do I like the government, NO! Do I think the school system is ridiculious? YES! Are the Mormons hard to live with? Well, sometimes, but only if I am smoking and drinking a beer! Do you get used to it? Oh yeah, just ignore them and keep on smoking and drinking, swearing if it feels right, and of course watching to see what will happen next!

YES, it will mostly likely be a free-for-all here in SLC this weekend! As you all know, in the past, thousands have been maimed, blinded, and beaten to death by the twelve or so street preachers!

It will be a bloody mess when the weekend is over! These are some really huge guys, they are so fuckin big that they are able to take on the 30,000 additional Mormons who will be in town this weekend. They are in addition to the already 500,000 or so who live within the city limits, not to mention the rest of the state. (Innundated with Mormons is an understatement.)

Yes, folks, garments will fly, blood will be shed, and the Book of Mormon will likely be burned in a few select locations along Main Street!!!  

These street preachers are such a menace, that the city, which is run by the dreaded Mormons,and who are much weaker than the appointed twelve street preachers, find it necessary to attempt to abolish the freedom of speech during the upcoming conference. Thank goodness that we have a few judges here who will not uphold the request. (At least I hope they won't.) After all, there really is no seperation of church and state here in Utah.....unless you are a non-moron....Oops!I mean Mormon. Then, and only then is there a seperation. And, the line is very distinct.
I'll make sure that I take pictures of the melee, and send along copies of the decompsing bodies of all the Mormons who were crucified by these bullies of preachers!!!!

You are so right, Carmel. You lost your daughter last year, wasn't it?  I lost my man of 17 years, to suicide, two years ago. (And, no he was not on staff, never incarcerated in Straight, had no knowledge of the place, other than what he learned from me.)

He surely was in a very dark mental place to commit such an act.

I would not wish that state of mind on anyone, staff or not.
 
Obviously, Mark has not lost anyone to such traumatic events, or he would not even approach this subject with such general callousness.

On 2002-11-07 21:34:00, Majiktrvls wrote:




I was definitly a mess when I entered that building. There was a kid sitting at a phone in a small cubicle, and me. My parents went into another room to talk to someone, and I went out to smoke. I was instructed to come back into the cube by someone, but I was so fucked up I did not listen.  I had been shooting up  Herion the night before, and Dilaudid all morning before I got there, I was old enough to admit myself, and sick enough to want help. I was not court ordered, I knew I was a mess. I just had no idea what I was getting into. My brother was already in, and my folks were convinced that it was the right place for me to be...I trusted that this place would get me off the needle.  When I got to the intake room, the phasers doing my intake looked like little kids to me. They were all so incredibly young. They were in pink Izods and no make up. I was there in Biker attire, complete with thigh boots and all! I told some woman that I did not think that these kids were ready to hear my answers to their questions, and that I would prefer to talk to someone a bit older.I was not telling them what they wanted to know, in fact, as fucked up as I was,(and Miller Newton would have definitely had a field day with my eyes!!!), I was denying most everything but smoking pot and drinking.  Next thing I knew, Pam Cobb, a druggie friend from my hometown was there, and June Finney was there. Ann Crow was there telling me that it was okay to tell them all of the story. She already knew from talking to Pam that my past included a bit more than smoke, and furthermore what were all the tracks on my hands and arms from.....damn. Patti Johnson was there, she was telling me that the boots would have to go, and I just did not even understand that, I was sure that she would take them and wear them! I refused to come out of my leather jacket, much to the dismay of the Exec who was demanding it. I do believe that my intake was almost 12 hours long, all I know is that I was in there long enough to go into withdrawls from all of the narcotics I had coursing thru my system. It had been a long time since I had gone that amount of time without a needle. Yep, I was a mess.  By that time, I was sick, physically. I demanded to leave with my parents, but they were not to be found. For the price of a cigarette, I would tell them what they wanted to know. At some point, I rattled out all of the drugs that were in my system that morning and all that I could think of taking in the past few days.It was a list from hell.  Enough to "force" them to keep me there. Ann Crow convinced me to give her my jacket, someone took me to a bathroom and strip searched me, took my cigarettes too...ouch! My jacket was gone, my boots were gone, I was throwing up in a trashcan, and sweating bullets, I figured that I needed to be in a hospital for detox. I could not even stand up at that point, could not focus my eyes on anything, all I could think of is how the hell do I get out of here and get a shot. My folks came by to tell me they loved me and to give the place a try.  Apparently, I had held up the group long enough, and I was taken into some huge room with lots of these really young kids in it.....swinging arms, and they all looked just the same. And there I stood, in strange clothes, in a strange land, with strange kids, someone had me by the beltloop, telling the group all kinds of shit about me. They all yelled "Love ya!". And, I threw up.Literally.I did not sleep that nite, neither did the folks in the house. I sweated it, badly. I was so weak I could not have dragged my ass to a door to escape.


The next day, I was definitely sick. There were little green army men crawling all over the room, all over Ann Crow's skirt, all over me. The walls were melting shit on me, and I was definitely in DT's. I awoke in a hospital. There were two of these "strange" kids in the room, speaking in a strange language, and eating ice cream. I tried to get up and go to the bathroom, and was told that I needed to ask first. I told them to fuck off, that I would kick their asses, and went anyways. I dont think they new what to do about that.....I just went, locked the door too. Little did I know how precious that locked bathroom door would be! I spent 10 days being detoxed at some hospital in Smyrna. Nice place, good food, locking bathroom doors!!Upon my return to group, I was convinced that I was fine. I was healed of my drug issue, and was ready to leave. Susan McNitt stood me up and asked me why, Rusty Mcdaniel asked me some questions. I was very foggy. Noone yelled at me,  In fact, during the entire time I was there, even when I copped out and returned, noone ever really yelled at me...I dont know why.. Perhaps because of my age, perhaps because of my being so sick, I have no idea. They immediately put me on a 72 hour hold, of course, and the next thing I knew, I was told that I was courtordered. I spent the next 18 months, 23 years old, legally able to leave, but brainwashed into believing that I was there under the courts order. Damn them for that...


The only good thing that came from Straight for me is that I am not dead. I did much damage to my body before I got there, they did much damage to my head after I got there. Ironic, huh?

Here I am 20 years later, and I am such an entirely different person than I was at that time in my life. I am thankful for that, If I had to do it all over again? No, thanks, I would take some other form of detox. Physical detox at the expense of mental anguish is not my idea of purifying the body.
[ This Message was edited by: majiktrvls on 2002-11-07 21:58 ]"