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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: ladyjerrico on March 09, 2002, 05:01:00 PM
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I was thinking back to this, lately I've been having a lot of memories of this place, does anyone remember having to "ask" to pick things up when you were a 1st phaser?
If you did it by accident.. what do you remember in group saying about it?
I know I shouldn't re-hash the past (geez, can I say that word "hash"??).. however, I thought that maybe recollection could help some of us overcome the brutality of embarrassment and ignorance we all went through then.
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Ya, it actually depended on whom your oldcomer was. Is that what they were called? oldcomers? It's been 15-16 years for me, straight/springfield.
Anyways, I remember having to ask to pick up a pen, toothbrush, to stand up/ sit down. Especially at the last home I was at, 'cause
I had copped out (escaped!) 3 times within a month, and they sent me to the strictest, out in the boonies, bumfuck place they could.
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We had to ask to pick up anything, ask to stand up, sit down, and to "talk out" when we wanted to talk to a fellow newcomer. There were no exceptions or variances from one oldcomer to another, if you didnt ask or if the oldcomer failed to notice that you didnt, it was grounds for being FOS. Being "unaware" was huge too....every single newcomer had to be in your sight at all times except for when the door was locked to the bedroom at night and the room and newcomers had been searched. It usually meant a lot of walking backwards and tripping just trying to watch everyone all at once....try it with just one oldcomer (me) and up to five newcomers every night...two or three of which were misbehaving and trying to run out of the room on you.
I really felt like slave labor there towards the end, my shitty host sister was on fifth phase and always left me alone with all the responsibilites at night....I was sleep deprived, and so busy watching over them that I ceased to have any time to my own "therapy" and was confronted in group about not "standing out more in group".
It became a huge releif when I got put on refreshers and didnt have to watch ANYONE when I got home.
My host sister was a real bitch, she threatened me with some piddly little bullshit whenever I tried to ask her for more help with the home situation. She was a fifth phaser so of course she was untouchable.
I actually got confronted in group once about some newcomer girl not writing her MI the night before.....to their suprise I informed them that she hadnt even BEEN in my host home the previous night, and wasnt even my newcomer. Of course I, got ripped anyway for something like not being aware of the girls razors or some shit...and ended up on the potential FOS list for the next rip rap. Wow, it is funny how it all comes back.
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oh yeah, we weren't allowed to talk to other newcomers period. We had to talk through the oldcomer, like "ask him to talk about his past",while being in the newcomers presence of course, cause if he wasn't there that was "squawking" or talking behind someones back, which equated to being fos.
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In response to "not being aware" sometimes the walls of a house were too narrow that not everyone could fit through them all at the same time.. especially when I was on 2nd phase at my mom's house.
I asked to hold thier arms up so I could see thier hands.. as long as they did that, I had no problem.
I remember those showers I had to take when I was on 2nd phase.. all the newcomers had to put their hands inside the shower so I could be aware of them when I took one.. it sucked when I got soap in my eye and had to report it to staff for being unaware for a few seconds.. they didn't say much to me because it only happened once and since I became honest about it, they were actually o.k. with it.. they just told me "don't let it happen again"
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You know what's really sad? The staff member you reported youself to was probably all serious and then walked in the office and laughed about it. Unless it was a trainee, then reporting ANYTHING was takling your life into your own hands. God I hated those people; small minded with a little power to lord about.
Clay
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Sad, I spent freakin over 3 years in that joint, a place out of hell. Anyone here remember William Rollins, what a crock of shit. Does anyone remember the peanut butter diets? Being put in a intake room so all the staff could get a piece of you. What about the bug juice all the time. Rules rap always sucked. I'll be honest, to this day I am still freaked out about all the rules and shit. I cannot get it out of my head. I don't know, I am 39 years old now and still that place haunts me. This sucks and I would like to set the record straight. Dr. Newton and all the assholes suck. Anyone here in Orlando let me know because I would love to try to set the record straight. Peace.
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I remember that. Although I don't remember getting confronted in Group about accidently picking something up without asking first, I was nailed to the wall in the foster home. My last Oldcomer in Cincinnati was pretty cool and wasn't so strict. In St. Pete I had to ask if I could get some toilet paper to wipe my ass first. How stupid.
Don
::blushing::
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In 1988 Atlanta, forks, spoons & butter knives were "common sense", where newcomers never had to ask for that stuff during dinner. Newcs never had to ask to pick up whatever they were drinking either. Newcs did have to ask to reload their plates though, I think. Newcomers also never asked to stand up or sit down. There was no getting permission to talk to other first phasers. It was fully banned.
My favorite host home was one next door to a girls' host home where we got to sneak out all the time, smoke cigarettes, drink dad's beer, watch porn movies & get laid. Just kidding.
David
Kennesaw, GA
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15 - 16 years ago sounds like 87-88... I might have known you way back when life became a nightmare
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Yeah, don't ::bwahaha2::
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Well my suggestion to you is to move back in with your parents and then you will be forced to repress it all. It really works! ::bangin::
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I set a goal to turn myself in for being slack and rockin' out.
::rocker::
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::bwahaha2:: ::bwahaha2:: ::bwahaha2:: ::bwahaha:: ::bwahaha::
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As a Newcomer I could talk to another newcomer with Staff permission and supervision.
Don
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My first oldcomers (brothers) were from the St Pete branch, and one was on 5th and the other was on 4th, in the "Mayflower" group. They gave me a shitty little peanut butter sandwich for lunch in a little brown bag. WOW, I was 190 pounds at intake. One damn peanut butter sandwich? That was their doing, not staff, they were just meanys. Oh well, then on the way to and from the building, STOP READING THE SIGNS! They wouldn't let me do anything. I was the only newcomer in that house. Shave my mustache, ask to wipe the ass, ask for everything. I think they got off on that. Had to ask for permission to talk at the table, like a damn dog or something. Well, that place gives the heebee jeebees even now, thinkin bout that. No wonder I couldn't piss until my 3rd day. DAMN!!!!!!!! MG8 :smokin:
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Mung, what years were you in Springfield? Were you a "misbehaver"? They all stand out in my memory: Kathy C., Heather F., Jill W., Kathy ?.
Which host home was that last one you were talking about?
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Mung and Like a Bird,
I was at Springfield Oct. 86 - Mar. 88. So, I'm sure that we overlapped.
As far as the rest of this thread - JDavid talked about "common Sense." I remeber that. We would come in to eat or go to the bathroom, and I would tell newcomers that they had permission to do what they needed. (pick up silverware to eat, brush their teeth, wipe their ass, etc...)
You can lead a camel to water but you can't make it stink (any more than it already does)
-- Job
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I guess that you can no longer delete posts?
Well, I'll just erase it then...
[ This Message was edited by: AlexL on 2003-03-06 12:31 ]
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Everything that I owned or that was a part of me, gone. "Druggie ties," friends, music, clothes, my individuality, my soul purpose. My identity.
I was a replicant.
A ghost in a shell.
[ This Message was edited by: Morli on 2003-04-05 00:14 ]
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I have that fuck's phone number and home address is you want it.
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hello mcadaret,
remember the big picture of Nancy Reagan in the front lobby? remember the psych (ologist or iatrist)? I saw him exactly once. I thought he would listen, so I begged him to believe that I did not belong in that place. to no avail of course. I felt so hopeless in there. Why did I believe that everyone else was with the party line? because they were. not everybody, all the time, but enough people at the same time to keep the place running on terror. God how wierd.
l.a.b.
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First night in the ATL program and I got sent home with Al Casey. He was on 5th bucking to get out of the program and I was still in serious culture shock. I had a moustache at the time and Al told me that I didn't have to shave it off, but I would be unable to move on if I didn't. So off the moustache came. (I was well into my 30's before I shaved it off again.) I was into a lot of sports in high school, so the crapper and shower thing, never gave me any problems. Someone yanking on your belt loop when your trying to take a piss in something else entirely. Then Al and the other newcomer gang up on me and want me to start talking about homosexual relationships and the like. I had never done anything like that in my life and they pretty much told me I was lying. I got angry about this and got in my face about it. Then Al asked my if I thought his sister was pretty. Hell, she was and I said so. Lord you'd have thought I'd just threatened to kill the entire family, slowly and brutally. You know, I'm still mad about that. Then they started calling me a kiss ass for shaving my moustache. The whole time I was thinking, "Would you prefer me to kick your scrawny little ass?" The only one I would have had trouble with would be Mr. Casey. I was sooo mad.
CL
[ This Message was edited by: ClayL on 2003-03-05 18:04 ]
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I was in Springfield from 86-88 or something like that. I only misbehaved for like a month or 2 around my copout times. My name is Matt and I forget the host home's name. I think the oldcomer's name was Eric. He was a cool guy, but strict and his house was surrounded by fields. I woulda had to sustain myself on vegetation probably if I copped outta there.
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Mung, what years were you in Springfield? Were you a "misbehaver"? They all stand out in my memory: Kathy C., Heather F., Jill W., Kathy ?.
Which host home was that last one you were talking about?
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William Rollins was my very first newcomer. I had been home for about 3 weeks and the program finally started getting guy newcomers again. It was around the first of November, and I guess parents were more lenient on their kids because of the holidays and stuff. I think William had done something really stupid around Halloween, like take his dad's car out for a spin and crash it or something. He had long dark Disco Boy hair and was wearing one of them collarless t-shirts when they brought him into group. They did the introductions and stuff and he actually looked at the girls side and waved and said "Hey girls!"
Me and Scott Travis just looked at each other from a few rows back and we're like, "What an idiot!!" That little stunt sealed his doom for quite a while. Every day the girls side tore into his ass like a pit bull on a hunk of beef jerky. As a newcomer, he was pretty stupid at times. He would wave to people out the car window on the way out of the buildings parking lot, but it did not really bother me because he really was trying to adjust. M.I.'s were a complete and total pain in the ass with him at first because he acted like he was Thomas Jefferson writing the Declaration of Independance or some shit. Finally out of exasperation, I handed him one of my old M.I.s from 1st phase and told him to copy it or they would have to use an X-ray machine to find his goddamn pen. While we never brutalized our newcomers per se, I took savage glee in bomping the shit out of him during "harmless" pillow fights. My dad had to replace the accordion slat closet doors several times until he just gave up and put in some wood doors on sliding runners. K-pickle39 was the last one to crash through them on a Sunday morning drop-off. One of the meanest tactics we would use on a newcomer was to serve them a really great dinner and then fuck with them the whole time they were trying to eat it. "You know you don't deserve that fried chicken man."
"I saw you in group and your arm looked like a damn piece of seaweed at high tide. You aint trying to get straight." "I'm thinking of trading you in, William." "Maybe send you over to the Ward's house." "They are on food stamps over there, that's where all the swimmers come from too." "You'll be up every night 'til 2 am making the damn things, how you feel about that?"
The sucker made it home just 9 days later.