Those of us who have been through the program know what it's like - I was at Cross Creek Manor from 97-99 - and no one can tell me that I don't know what I saw, lived, felt and endured every damn day there. It will be seven years this June since I GRADUATED the program, and yet, my mother and I (I haven't gotten there with my dad yet) are JUST BEGINNING to be able to have a real conversation about it. She's still extremely defensive, to be sure, but I think she's starting to accept that maybe... just maybe, I might be telling the truth (I know, shocking!)
Anyhow, I bring this up because of all the picture talk. My single ill-fated attempt to tell both of my parents the truth about CCM resulted in them yelling and intimidating me into a corner (sort of like a seminar...). They brought up the fact that, three weeks or so after I was "kidnapped," and sent to Cross Creek, they came to the Manor and "checked it out." They said that they saw me, with my group (B Group) outside laughing and talking with some girls, and this was how they knew that I would be okay. I urge everyone not to fall into the "all or nothing" WWASP-ie trap. Was my time at CCM the most traumatic experience of my life? Yes. Was I abused? Yes. Did I see other girls being dragged, kicking and screaming, down the stairs to ISO? Absolutely. Does that mean that I never once had a smile on my face? No, of course not. I had some real friends at CCM, and there were some times that, for awhile, we had fun and could forget about our situation for a bit...it doesn't make the abuse any less real. I can only speak from my own experience, but I know that girls were physically injured at CCM by staff - I saw it myself. But the psychological abuse that we all endured, over and over and over, is more insidious, I believe. Making a girl walk around with a sign around her neck reading "SLUT" is abusive - what would you say if a child's parents did that??
WWASP supporters live in black in white terms - but reality is often shades of grey. I think that it's really important to point out that any positive experience, no matter how few or how many, negates the validity of abuse. In fact, those few happy times that I felt at CCM are what has made coming to grips with my feelings so damned difficult - you feel guilty for telling the truth, like you're betraying the program.
Anyhow, that's my two cents...