Interesting about how a lot of people here said that their moms were the ones who spearheaded the placement. Mine was exactly the opposite. My dad and stepmom were the ones who were hardcore, although all four of my parents wanted me to go. (and I don't think that my stepmom convinced my dad. They are like two peas in a pod in terms of how alike they think. It's disgusting. Although if anything, he was probably feeling protective of her, since both of them thought I was going to try to kill them.) I wasn't living with my mom, since she was in London at the time. I was living with my dad, so he and my stepmom were the ones who had to deal with me. I know that they both loved the parent workshops, whereas my mom thought they were ridiculous. She candidly said to my aunt years later that RMA did nothing for me, and didn't help me out at all. Not sure why she didn't tell me that, though. She has also said that she feels bad because it seems that everything she and my dad tried to do for me didn't work... placements, therapists, shrinks, meds, etc. What does that tell you, guys?
Most parents' who-put-their-kids-away betrayal didn't start with the institutionalization Most of these parents are abusive and negligent towards their kids from birth.
Not always true. In fact, I would say mostly not true. I was very close to being a "Parr baby" (RMA term for people who were kidnapped up to the school) if the "lie to your kid" trick didn't work. Fortunately, it did.
My parents were anything but negligent. They were your typical overprotective neurotic jewish parents. (Well, my mom more than my dad. He's very cold.) The reason for the deception had nothing to do with abuse and negligence, it had to do with fear. My parents, all four of them, were apparently scared to death of me. (I know, they are pussies.) As such, they never thought in a million years that I would willingly go, and they were right. You're looking at someone who has punched his mother right in the face. That doesn't excuse the deception, but think about it.. my parents were scared of me already, now... thanks to RMA admissions, they are most likely terrified, my personae most likely demonized to the point where I am completely unable to be reasoned with.
As for the question at hand...
What helped me recover?
College. That pretty much covers everything. Friends, sex, booze, drugs, music, parties, oh yeah, and school.
You try to talk program shit in college, you won't make many friends. My freshman year was quite lonely.