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« on: July 17, 2007, 01:49:21 PM »
Ours wasn't called heel to toe. Our was called reading the "homes" list every night, and on the weekends, the out of town oldcomers got to go home all weekend while I had to stay and watch all the newcomers. The "drop-offs" were when the out of town oldcomers would be dropped off at my house late on Sunday, but most of the time I would have to do all the Sunday bullshit by myself:
Search all newcomer's items, and all out of town oldcomer's items (VERY Scruntizingly, in all the shampoo bottles and pant leg creases)
Read and sign EVERYTHING newcomers draw or write
Have newcomers recite and explain steps in detail
This all took FOREVER to complete, especially when I'd have 5 other n/c's living with me, and only one out of town o/c on sunday. Only when it was finished were we allowed to watch a movie. Sometimes that didn't happen.
As far as households, when I was a n/c, I was at a different house basically every night. Once I had to sleep in a shitty Milford trailer park on the ground in a tiny room with only a cum-covered sleeping bag and pillow. I tried to pretend it was glue. I had no choice.
That trailer should never have been a foster home, but it was, because we were low-life drug addicts, and at least we were sober.
I had never even drank before, and was clean for 2 months before entering KHK. Michelle Dool told me after I had been in there for 9 months that I shouldn't have been in there at all. By that point I was so brainwashed that I was happy to have been so "lucky" to be put in there. I was 15, and very innocent still. My parents pain $26,000, so that's why I stayed in there. I also helped them out a lot, too. I kept everyone under control. I was the top girl phaser for almost my whole phases, so of course I stayed and they loved me.
If anyone has recent stories of PFC or KHK, let me know. I would love to talk to you more about them.
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