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The Seed Discussion Forum / Anyone Out There From Ft. Pierce?
« on: August 21, 2005, 08:55:00 PM »
No, sadly I was dragged back the next day by two very determined and very brainwashed parents.  They did, however, let me, take care of some much needed bathroom time first.

A few hours after my return, I was stood up and reamed in chicks rap.  All I remember about that is just staring over people's heads and trying to tune them out.  I guess I was finally allowed to sit down cause next thing I remember is getting sent home with another oldcomer named Toni.  I was scared to death when I met her because she was big and scary-looking but actually turned out to be pretty kind.

I honestly don't remember a whole lot about Ft. Pierce itself other than it seemed a lot more laid back then Ft. Lauderdale plus the food was excellent.  I actually gained weight there.

The staffers I remember from Ft. Pierce include that ridiculous little jerk, Billy; Anne-who was tall, young, had long hair, smoked like a fiend and was always digging some sort of mascara goop out of her eyes; there was a petite, dark-haired lady named Robin who seemed ok; Scott from NY who was the only one who ever treated me with real interest and kindness-he had a decent sense of humor...I think that is all I remember of the Ft. Pierce crew at this time.  Since I've found this site bits and pieces of things are coming back to mind.

I also remember the first day I was introduced and Billy le shrimp asked if anyone had done drugs with me.  All these people stood up.  I found it incredulous and ridiculous.  I had only gotten high with a couple of them and knew of the others but there they were standing up lying their heads off.

Is this how politicians start? :smile:

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The Seed Discussion Forum / Anyone Out There From Ft. Pierce?
« on: August 21, 2005, 06:49:00 PM »
I found this site just a few days ago.

I can only read through a page or two at a time because of the depth of formerly buried feelings, thoughts and memories it is bringing up.

I was tricked into the Seed in Ft. Pierce in 1974.  I had always thought I had been court-ordered but, after reading other posts, wonder if it was a seed-propigated lie told to me by my parents.

I had been ordered into a group therapy thing for druggies and was ok with that cause our 'leader' would get high with us after the sessions.

A few weeks into that I got expelled from school and ran away from home.  I guess while I was gone my folks were contacted by some Seed parents because the day I returned home, I was taken away.

My parents said that since I had missed some of the group therapy sessions, I had  to go see one of the juvenile counselors.  I thought it odd when my mom got in the back seat with me.

When we turned onto I-95, I knew I was getting hosed.  They told me I was going to the seed.  I started trying to get out of the car and actually hit my mom.  I literally felt like I was fighting for my life as I'd seen old friends come back from Ft. Pierce and sure didn't want to be like them.

My dad stopped the car and I jumped out.  He tackled me and then he and my mom literally tied my ankles and hands together.  At the time, I remember a trucker slowing down and I was screaming for him to help me.  A few miles later, the same trucker was heading back north as my dad sped south.  I remember praying that he had gotten the plate and had called the cops.  I wanted someone to rescue me.

I'v blocked out a lot of the intake.  I do remember Billy yelling at me about something and telling him that he wouldn't be such an asshole if he could accept being a midget.

I don't remember much after that until day 14 when I ran away.

Is there anyone else out there who was in Ft. Pierce in 1974? I lived in Brevard County and can remember a few names:  Viva C.; Debbie & Lenny C.; Vicky; Steve S.; Tony B.; I'd love to chat with you.  Email me at [email protected]

It is mind-bending to me how I can remember so many specific details about my life but have stuffed away much of my time at the hell hole formerly known as the seed.

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