When I went to CEDU, you could not talk about what when on in a rap or propheet. A propheet is an experience where you are isolated for intense exercises and raps for a period of 24 hours to nearly a week. YOu could say "Joe and I were on the same work detail today" or whatever. You were NOT to tell stories about your friends outside unless you were "telling your story." (You could not atlk about cars, music, etc. either) "Telling your story" was a requirement at CEDU--but they would change your story if they thought any of it was positive. It was supposed to be all shit pre-CEDU.
When I split CEDU, all contact was cut off. my peers were supposed to stay another 18 months, so they had many more experiences to "bond" them to the cult. I was now on the persona non grata list and of course could call nobody there.
If someone split, there was utter silence. Zero contact. Zero news. They would never relate good news about the person anyway.
I split, put myself back in school, made the honor roll for my last two years of HS, did not get into drugs, volunteered, worked out, had nice boyfriends, etc... And guess what? I was still fucked up in a lot of ways. Those issues were never dealt with at CEDU. In fact, they were compounded.
Before I split, we all got the same story and so did our parents, that anyone who leaves will be killed/addicted/or incarcerated. CEDU-RS was isolated on a mountain top, so we also heard scary stories about what dangers might befall us if we left. Last, they made all parents tell their kids they would go to lock-down hell if they split CEDU to inspire fear in us. This made no sense because most of the kids were simply spoiled rich kids run amok. Very few addicted kids. No psychotics. Very few violent kids (aggressive maybe.)
Even though I got the hell out of Dodge, I never really allowed myself to think about WHY I had to get the f*&^ out. It was instinct.
