christmas

[Anonymous]

The important thing about an AARC Christmas is that your Christmas is totally AARC's. You will leave tired, angry and hungary. Now most people think Christmas is a holiday, a time to relax with family and friends.  At AARC it's a high pressure, timed to the minute event, where your lucky to have 10 minutes to eat Christmas dinner and see your child. Then after a very rushed clean up, it's time for more work, the open meting. lets see if we can make some kids cry and pump out some step one's. This is work, not a holiday, and it kills any Christmas feelings you might of had.  

Just when you think it might be over, we get to learn about the staff members leaving or promoted. which you would normally would care about, but not at this time. If only the open meeting were left out. this could be a real holiday celebration. Dinner would not be so rushed and we would care about the staff news. Those taking no AARC children home would be free to visit other family members that night. It just might feel like Christmas.

[Anonymous]

but even if christmas , like everything,  wasnt perverted at the AARC experiencing it while in the clutches of your predators would at best be only a sorrowfully surreal experience.

This way at least things were consistant and less confusing.
Did you see the Magdalena Sisters where the lead nun lets her prisoners/slaves watch a movie after delivering some sentimental bs about the transformitive power of film? Thats what it would have been like.

A good Christmas at the AARC would not be possible without a police raid present rescuing us. That would have been a Chrismas miracle

[Anonymous]

Your Christmas at AARC sounds horrible. I guess you better pull the kid out of the program and try something softer and more gentle.

[Anonymous]

I remember Christmas at AARC very well. Lucky for me I knew that I was almost out of there. Step 10 or 11 probably. By that time, I was as used to things there as I ever could be.

It was a very sad time, as was any holiday, even minor ones. They were all sad, because they all reminded me that the world was still turning as normal outside of AARC, while I lived the same hell every day. I thought about all of my friends out there having normal Christmas events with their families.

And then on the other hand, I was just relieved to not have to undergo the normal "raps" we did every day. On a holiday we had the "show" raps for the family, where nobody really got hurt like in real raps. With all of the abuse I was used to, these raps began to feel good. Christmas was a break from emotional and mental torture - in comparison t every day. Not only that, but we could socialize just that little bit more with families, we could eat some candy, and we were allowed a small AARC approved gift. Just like the stories we hear of cases like Elizabeth Smart, you start to take small pieces of joy from whatever you can when in extended periods of trauma like in AARC.

In retrospect when I think of it, I mostly think about that act I had to put on Christmas day, to appear happy to everyone, just so that I could get out. And doesn't that make your skin crawl? It does mine. Here I was loosing so much time of my life and enduring so much pain, and smiling for the camera just to regain freedom.

Merry Christmas survivors.