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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: 85 Day Jerk on May 26, 2003, 11:44:00 PM
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Wow, this is gonna be weird. I never split from my program. We
called it splitting back in the wild '70's by the way. I split from
my family. I split while I still lived with them, ate dinner with
them, shopped with them, whatever. I split from them in my heart.
More and more, I realized that I was no longer a part of them, yet I
still resided in their house. I formed friendships with people who
were not from the program. One of them was a girl from High School
who owned a horse. She taught me how to ride and stuff and had a
wonderful 'mutt' horse named Dusty. Her horse refused to wear a
saddle, so I first learned how to ride like a Plains Indian would, I
rode barebacked, and fell off her several times learning how to
balance myself. I did wonders for my self confidence. Me and this
girl never even kissed all through High School and the 2 or 3 years
after that we kept in touch with each other. Her with her college
scholarship and me with my Press Apprentiship at GTE Directories.
I had also joined a far away church. First Baptist of Indian Rocks.
They had a very dynamic youth program called Monday Night Live. Alot
of the Seminole and Upper Largo area 7 steppers fed up with Newton
and his bullshit chose instead to congregate there instead of at
Straight. These were really great times and the experience helped to
fill the vaccumn left in my home. My very first real date came out
of going there. The girl was a tall Nordic Goddess that intimidated
most guys. They were all afraid of her, because she used to be a
biker chick and was a real hell raiser. Her parents had put her into
a Christian based treatment program and achieved great results. I
ended up breaking up with her over Rock Music of all things.
Back at home it finally reached a head when one day me and my father
passed each other in the hall. I nodded at him like "what's up," and
he just lost it. "Don't do that goddammit," he yelled at me. "I am
your goddamn father, not someone you see at work!" "What the hell is
wrong with you?" "Aint nothing wrong with me dad, I was just nodding
to a passing acquaintance is all." "Straight is Great, remember?" ::bangin:: ::boohoo::
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Back at home it finally reached a head when one day me and my father passed each other in the hall. I nodded at him like "what's up," and he just lost it. "Don't do that goddammit," he yelled at me. "I am your goddamn father, not someone you see at work!" "What the hell is
wrong with you?" "Aint nothing wrong with me dad, I was just nodding to a passing acquaintance is all.
This reminds me of when I was living with my father after being thrown out of my mom's in my post-straight days. By then I was almost 19, and had just started drinking, doing whatever drugs I felt like doing, playing in a "post-punk" (lol) band, and getting tattoos. I came back to my dad's place pretty drunk one morning, and he saw a new tattoo on my arm, which set him off. He didn't totally lose it, but gave me a hard time about coming in drunk with that "asshole tattoo." ((LOL)) It wasn't long before I moved on from my dad's house, and started living somewhere else. During that time that I was staying with him I went into one of those places where they test out pharmaceuticals on you and pay you $1000-2000. But that's another story...