Hmm....yes, you're "relapse" and mine are pretty similar. i hate using the term relapse, but i guess i'm still somerhwat conditioned to use that type of talking.
I think pfc is fucked up because i know now that me, and many other clients, had totaly differant thoughts and feelings than we were letting out in the program. I didn't feel love from the group, like i often said i did. I thought of the group as almost an enemy. Even though i wanted to stay sober, the group itsself was crazy. To me, pathway was a prison. And the only way out was to cooperate. They make it look like only on 1st level you have to stay at host homes, then you can go home. WRONG. When i went home on 2nd level, it was like bieng in another host home. It made me sick to see my house with alarms and locks everywhere. I couldn't talk to my parents openly. So many times did i want to say "this place is crazy, you havce no idea what its really like" but i couldn't because i was afriad they would go right to staff, and then i was busted. Startwed over,that much further away from geting out. Even when i had an honest desire to stay sober, my maind motivation was to get out of pfc. Everything was fake. When i was on 5th, i was like a nazi. I evforced all the rules and i "fried" everybody for any little thing. But that wasn't because i felt thats what needed to be done to help them, it was because i had to do that because i would look good and it would get me one step closer to getting out. It was a survival tactic. Everything was. I'v already written a lot here, so i'll shutup. The bottom line is that everything i did in pathway was out of fear, fear of being there longer, being out of society, away from real life. The whole progam is based on fear and consequence. I played the game, but the whole thing is sick.
thats all for now, maybe i will elaborate later when after i get some sleep.
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