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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => CEDU / Brown Schools and derivatives / clones => Topic started by: Anonymous on January 23, 2007, 05:01:34 PM
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doesnt anyone remeber being in raps or propheets and hearing people cop out to having sexually molested their neice? or done very inappropriate things with their little brother? (beyond the child like playing)...
what bothers me is that these peole were never turned in for anyof these things.
and now the states are crawling with yet a few more sex offenders....and they were let go....
(in my peer group a teenage boy continually copped out to eating out his neice who was just like 1 and also touching her. this is not ok)
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How do you know they weren't simply making it up?
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How do you know they weren't simply making it up?
Good question. There were so many kids that felt pressured to come up with "dirt" on themselves that they'd end up admitting to damn near anything just to get those crazy fucks off their backs.
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i dont know that they werent making it up..but why would they make up such horrible things??? why not just say they masturbated and be done with it? i mean...you just gotta know this guy....there is not one fiber of my being that doubts he was telling the truth, and a few others too.
also, i said things that i had done that i felt somewhat bad about because they told me i should. (which later i realized i didnt feel bad about and they were ok things) but i never made anything up.
how do YOU know theyre NOT?
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i dont know that they werent making it up..but why would they make up such horrible things??? why not just say they masturbated and be done with it? i mean...you just gotta know this guy....there is not one fiber of my being that doubts he was telling the truth, and a few others too.
also, i said things that i had done that i felt somewhat bad about because they told me i should. (which later i realized i didnt feel bad about and they were ok things) but i never made anything up.
how do YOU know theyre NOT?
I know of many, many kids who flat out made shit up to fit in. They made shit up because they didn't *feel bad enough* about what they did before they went in. It's a very common phenomenon. (sp?)
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Most of what you know simply isn't true.
Lab Experiment
Dr. Kassin and his student, Catherine L. Kiechel, designed a lab experiment demonstrating how innocent people can be led to a false confession, to the point that some may even become convinced they are guilty. (1,3) In the study, college students were asked to type letters on a keyboard as a researcher pronounced them. Some researchers read out the letters quickly (67 per minute), others slowly (47 per minute). The subjects were warned to not touch the ALT key, because a bug in the testing program would cause the computer to crash and lose all the data. One minute into the test, the computer was manually caused to crash. In half the tests, the researchers said they had actually seen the subject depressing the ALT key. At first, the subjects correctly denied hitting the key. The researcher then hand-wrote a confession and asked the subjects to sign it. The penalty would be an angry telephone call to the subject by Dr. Kassin. One hundred per cent of the subjects who had typed the letters quickly, and who were told by the researcher that they had been observed hitting the ALT key, signed the confession; 65% of the subjects believed they were guilty; 35% even confabulated non-existent details to fit their beliefs. Overall, 69% signed the note and 28% believed they were actually guilty.
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I found this intriguing.
thanks for posting it, web mistress.
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The other day I was telling a therapist about a boy at my school who admitted to taking the soiled tampons out of the garbage when he was emptying them on saturday morning cleanup. he evidentaly was smelling and licking them. I asked the therapist if it is likely that it really happened. I was confounded but he reminded that teenagers do do wierd shit. how many cases of beastiality did you hear about that happened while you were there? I remember a couple. It does seem to have been said about people that didn't graduate the program and left under mysterious circumstances...and then again there were some cases of mysterious circumstances, as well.
But the question was put to me whether i heard the guy admit it. He was on a full time and then he admitted it. i heard him personally on more than one occasion talk about the issue. It freaked me out a lot at the time, and I never told anyone about it, until mentioning it to this man. Now I think that this kid did not do the things he said he had done. I now think that he needed to feel bad and admit to doing something that got him the attention he needed. He created the issued within the confines of having to admit to something to staff. Who is going to understand that if they don't know how the place operates?
this kind of thing happened all the time to lesser degrees, I tried to explain. This psychiatrist thought my place sounded bizarre and wasn't a little amused when I described it as I had been trained to. As Emotional Growth. He bought me shot. We tried to ignore the fact that I brought the thing up.
He wants to talk more but it gives me the heebie jeebies just trying to describe what a profeet was like
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Remember, every shrink you tell the details to knows more about the subject, and so might be of better help to someone who's ignorant of it and looking to send his kids away.
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I dunno Blown; I heard quite a few cases of bestiality when I was there. Horse, cat, and a couple of dogs. I never even knew that bestiality existed up to that point. To say it was a fucking shocker is minimalism. Also, rubbing feces all over... another WTF? moment for me forever seared in my mind. And that tampon stuff is too strange to be anything but true.
I think people lied about sex, eating disorders, drugs and regular shit to get the staff off their backs. (Many people have discussed the lies they told to stop The Barrage... it was always, sex, drugs, eating disorders.) I think the stuff outlined in the first paragraph is simply too bizarre for even the staff to come up with. Which is saying a lot.... Or maybe I'm just more square than I thought I was.
Shan
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I guess it doesn't matter if I post anonmyously, someone else will post it.
Blown, you like my post?
That shrink and I drink together sometimes It's just too wierd trying to talk about that shit in a bar.
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I cant even recall how many times i heard people talk about doing wierd S**T with animals (those poor pets) but it wasnt until i was out in the real world and i heard a few girls talking about similar things that they used to do.
i dont think THEY were making it up to get attention from staff!
I think a lot of that kind of stuff was real. i think that some crap was made up (i never made anything up, altho i did feel like i needed to pretend like i FELT BAD ABOUT IT) but some of the more horrible stuff, you just cant make that stuff up. and i recall several creepy people saying stuff that made me think they should be put away and not let around children, even staff having admitted to molesting or some crap in propheets...
Scary
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Here is why I question the validity of the nature of some of the confessions at the school. They got weirder over time. When you run out of material, you have to make shit up.
I can say that I never made anything up, to my knowledge. I was just too scared to be caught in a lie. But like Ginger said, we can be made to believe what we did. I know that some of my disclosures were skewed perspectives on what had actually happened. i.e. I talked one of my friends in grade school into making out with me. That evolved into "forcing someone to kiss me".
And there is shit, I know, for a fact, was a bunch of bullshit that I heard. One guy in my peer group confessed in a propheet that he had fucked a cat. Stacy asked "Did the cat die?" He said he didn't know. How the fuck could you not know? It's not like he said "I don't know, she ran away after I was done." or something specific like that. It was a floundering. "uh... I dunno."
I'm not saying bestiality doesn't happen. Please, there are plenty of websites that prove otherwise. I personally know people who have had an experience or two, and they didn't go to the school. I just don't think that the percentage of perversion there was as high as it appeared to be.
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uhhh, cuckoo!!! Cuckoo!!! That's fucked up shit, nobody talked about that bad of shit in my raps. At least not that I remember, in fact, I can't remember much about the raps except people being forced to cry their eyes out and holy shit... many memories just flooded my mind. Why the fuck was this shit discussed in front of other peers, I remember some guy was telling people that he liked something up his ass while jerking it like it was common knowledge or he "worked past" it. I also remember a female staff that was kind of wrinkling, skinny, blonde hair at RMA 1993-94 admitting to being a whore and talking about masturbating at strange times like while driving and shit. I also remember them trying to get me to tell them shit about me and getting into me so hard that I felt I needed to make some shit up. I was there because I got into drugs and fights and started to hang out with gangs, they tried to say there was something behind all that as well. Maybe their was but if that is the case, should I not have discussed it with a licensed psychiatrist or at least not in a group setting? Wow, I almost totally forgot those moments, I can almost smell the fire from the pit.
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you were only there briefly, right?
when you thought about it for a few minutes you remembered some of the things said. That's because it was coocoo as you said.
That you (editorial you) would become desensitzed over time to raps and start to filter out the details that are so prominent in the first few raps is what i find interesting.
The mind will cloud out things over time, but I just cant forget one of my counselors talking about fucking a horse...in detail. My god, why doesn't someone read this shit and say. "Ok, I've heard enough, I believe them. I agree that that IS NOT therapy, I'm calling my congressperson right now!"
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Yeah but i can't remember names so much. All I really remember from the staff was a guy named Glen Sutton and another named Fred (something). they were really the only ones I had much contact with. They also seemed like the most normal of the staff members. I actually believed they really cared about me. I understand tough love, but how exactly does telling people about boning an animal help anyone with anything? Go work at the donkey show if you want to do that shit. And these were our "counselors."
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whoops, triple post due to the website lagging.
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My peer group stood and we all stacked the black chairs in the corner of the room. I didn’t hate this part in propheets, although none of us ever know what was going to happen next, it was always refreshing getting out of those chairs after the extended and arduous propheet rap. Though we didn’t know what was next for the thousandth time at RMA, I was surprised when an excercise occured that I truly could not have predicted.
The Brothers Keeper Propheet had started out like the other two. Some rousing and ice- breaking, the spooky atmosphere made complete to begin with the particular musical selection chosen by Derek- that “What a Wonderful World” a la Louis Armstrong. It played over and over and over as Derek Hays had conjoled us about our friendships in and out of the peer group. The rap had done it’s thing: We all sucked at being friends and didn’t know what a real friend was. We enable our friends to do negative things to themselves and to ourselves, and view the world negatively whether we’re lighting their crack pipe or supporting their image. I’ll say that about the tools in the propheets, they were black and white. It wasn’t algebra. You either were a true friend or putting a knife in anothers back.
When the first excercise began it was immediately different than that which could have been expected because it differed from everything that had happened up until that point in a propheet. Nobody had ever laid their hands on me. Up to now, the propheets were filled with different sections and “excercises” that we practiced from sitting positions on the floor or in chairs. When we were told to get with our predetermined partners, that wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise was sitting down cross legged in front of Jon so that my knees were against his. The music changed to “He ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” and though it was a sort of slow song, the sounds of some grunts started to sound in my ears and in my periphery the awkward movements began as we followed instruction.
Yelling and crying began around me as Derek walked over to Jon and me.
“ Yeah, think of how you push each other away all the time. Think of how you push everyone away and PUSH him! That’s good. How does it feel? It hurts doesn’t it. Go on Really push, Show him that you don’t want to be his friend”.
Derek’s warbling voice coincided with the music and an eternal memory formed.
Jon’s face morphed into one of pain as he and I thrashed at one another on the floor. It wasn’t a grimace of physical pain such as a face of exertion and mental anguish. Evidently, he was mirroring my facial expression. I pushed harder and as we were not to pull away from the pushes either. There we were, all sitting in two person groups, pushing our partners in the chest and shoulders while they acted like wise. Meanwhile we were encouraged by the three wandering staff to vocalize and put words to what we were doing.
“I don’t need you! I don’t trust you, Jon!” I yelled at him as we started to sweat from it all.
Every time someone would move from their partners’ pushes, the staff would go over to them and put them back into the uncomfortably close, knee to knee position. We did this for close to an hour, and whenever the room would start to get silent, a staff member would appear and remind us how we quit on our friends every day. How it was hard work to push people away, and though our arms were tired and voices shot already, we would go on, hoping another part of the propheet was coming up. This was the most physical we had been with each other yet. This wasn’t hugging and smooshing, however. Derek finally shut down the music and dimmed the lights. We took a water break, and I took a long piss, shaking when I lifted up my arms.
fornits as therapy man
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fornits as therapy man
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