systematic child abuse
deprivation, humiliation, and exhaustion
by Wesley Fager
Karras!," it croaked. "She will not sleep! Do
you hear? I will not the piglet sleep!"
physical and psychological abuse I witnessed and lived
under the constant threat of was absolutely incredible.
While in St. Petersburg, it seemed that someone
in group was always being sat on in the back. There were often people being marathoned in time-out rooms.
People who didn�t motivate
fast enough would have their arms motivated for them,
and if they resisted, they would suddenly be
carried/dragged down a row, thrown
on the floor [as former Straight counselor
Richard Bradbury demonstrates for Channel 8 News
Watch, Tampa, Florida, or here
as he demonstrates a chair restraint], and sat on for hours.
When we filed over to the food window, we would
often have to walk by the people being sat on. I have been unable to forget the horrible images of them.
Their faces were swollen beyond recognition,
there were five to seven people sitting on parts of
their bodies including the stomach and chest, they often
had a sock or rag of some kind stuffed in their mouths,
foam and drool all over their faces and on the ground
under their heads, and their breathing was more like
labored gasps. It
was a sickening thing to see, and my legs were weak from
witnessing this. I
never saw a humane �restraint,� and this is in my
opinion a euphemism for what was done to these people.
We had maybe �thirty seconds,� which was
actually the time it would take for an oldcomer to count
to thirty, to relieve ourselves in the bathroom with
lots of people watching and waiting their turns.
We were allowed to use the bathroom only twice a
day, around the two meals we had in group.
People often ended up urinating or defecating in
their pants . . ."
H., M.D. who spent 20
months in Straight being treated
for a drug problem she did not
have. After graduating
Straight she went to college,
saw a psychiatrist to help her
stress, and eventually
became a doctor of
|"I entered Kids of North Jersey on September 14,1985. I was 13
years old at the time. I escaped for the final time during July 1990. I was 18.
I was in Kids [Kids of Bergen County, a Straight
descendent program] for five years. No education, no schooling, no employment, no social skills etc... Now its been 12 years later. Wow ....."
|"A doctor did a wonderful job stitching me up, but I was released
[back to Straight even though I had] a massive concussion as I was a ward of the state. I was brought back into the program and forced to endure
12 hour's without rest at that horrible facility. My swollen eye, the massive concussion and fatigue brought on by the head trauma was not enough to stir any compassion by the staff. Only when I lost consciousness in group, did they allow me to rest--in isolation . . .
This page documents thought
reform and alleged child abuse at all Straight, Inc.'s and some
Straight-like programs. Straight-like does
not mean or imply abuse. Click here
for a definition of my coined word Straight-like.)
OF MARCY SIZEMORE
Marcy Sizemore hereby state as follows:
am a 17 year old resident of the State of Virginia, residing in
Chantilly, Virginia.. I presently attend Fairfax Baptist Temple
December 27, 1980 until March 1982, I was enrolled in the Straight
Inc. drug rehabilitation program in St. Petersburg, Florida.
traveled to St. Petersburg Florida with my mother to enroll in
the program. When I arrived at the Straight, Inc. headquarters
in St. Petersburg, I was taken into a room by two other teenagers
for intake. I was kept in the room for approximately five hours,
and couldn�t eat or use the bathroom during those five hours.
Two girls sat in front of the exit door to the room . I couldn�t
leave, and I was told that it I didn�t enroll in the program that
they would put me in a mental institution. They also told me that
if I didn�t sign myself into the program that I would be put into
the program by court order for a period of two years. I eventually
signed myself into the program, was strip searched, and then entered
into the Straight program.
my 14 months in the program. I witnessed the types of abuses as
set forth in the complaint in Collins v. Straight, Inc. Enrollees
on first phase were not allowed to make any movement or to even
use the bathroom without someone holding on to them, and they
were kept under guard 24 hours a day. Individuals who did not
cooperate were placed on prolonged diets of peanut butter sandwiches
and water "choker sandwiches" and were placed in punitive
isolation for weeks and months at a time. This was known as the
time out room. The treatment consisted of 12 hours a day
of sitting in straightback chairs, participating in rap sessions,
which amounted basically to being confronted by other teenagers
concerning drug and alcohol use. When I was in the program, the
only exercise we got was once a week, which consisted of forced
exercises, usually consisting of 100 pushups and other strenuous
standard practice of Straight, Inc. is to prevent any individual
who misbehaves in any way from progressing in the program. During
my 14 months in the program, I was put back to the beginning of
the program at least four times. Each time I was put back to the
beginning of the program I was put on "first phase, newcomer
status" which meant that I was under guard 24 hours a day,
and was in physical contact at all times with another enrollee.
Another standard practice of Straight, Inc. to punish those participants
who "misbehave", was to subject the enrollee to a "marathon".
In December of 1981, I had been placed on "no phase",
which was meant I was frozen in the program and could not make
any progress. I was accused of "misbehaving", because
I simply sat in the rap session and did not participate. As punishment
for this nonparticipation, I was taken into a bathroom by six
or seven other girls, and I was kept in the bathroom from 12 noon
until 9:30 that night. In the bathroom, the girls beat me, punched
me, placed their fingers under my collar bone and twisted the
bone, and verbally abused me for 9 1/2 hours. The girls would
hold my arms out at the sides, while another girl would run across
the room and ram her head into my stomach, and this was done continuously.
I was thrown up against the wall, pushed back and forth, and was
made to stand on my feet the entire 9 1/2 hours. I was told that
I was crazy, that I would be put into a mental institution, and
that if I did not participate I would be taken to a program where
lesbians would get me and I would have to work in the fields.
this marathon, I was so physically exhausted that I passed out
twice. Whenever I passed out, the girls kicked me, pulled at me
and made me get to my feet and again continued to subject me to
the beating. When I asked for water, I was told I could have water,
and then they poured it on my head. The girls worked in shifts,
and always kept at least six to eight girls in the room with me
at all times. After 9 1/2 hours, the marathon stopped, and I was
taken to my "foster home". At that point, my entire
body was covered with bruises.
type of marathon is done regularly on the Straight, Inc. enrollees
if they "misbehave." The other teenagers who carry out
the punishment are "staff" or "trainees",
who are former participants in the program.
type of punishment imposed on Straight, Inc. enrollees if they
"misbehave" or do not do what they are told is
to sleep-deprive the enrollees. We would be made to stay up until
3 a.m. on Friday night, participating in open session, stay awake
all day Saturday, all day Saturday night and all of Sunday night.
I once observed one enrollee who was subjected to this type of
sleep deprivation, and on Sunday night she fell on the floor and
went into convulsions. Other enrollees were used to curse us and
prod us to keep us awake so that we were unable to sleep during
periods of 48 hours or more.
During my 14 months in Straight, I also suffered from specific
medical problems. At that time I suffered from allergies, and
I needed shots every two weeks in order to treat the allergies.
The Straight, Inc. people denied me access to these shots, and
I received them only occasionally while I was in the program.
In fact, I only saw a doctor once in the entire 14 months I was
in the program.
While in the program, I also had a serious I fungus problem with
my feet. The fungus was so bad that my feet were swollen to the
point where I couldn�t walk and they also smelled very bad. I
told my "foster mother" that I needed medical attention,
but I received none. I was unable to wear my shoes, and I received
no medical care until my mother took me to a doctor.
By the time I got out of the program in March of 1982, my physical
condition had completely deteriorated. I had developed open
sores all over my back and arms, and I am informed by my pediatrician
that this condition is caused by the mental and physical debilitation
I suffered while in the Straight, Inc. program.
affirm under penalty of perjury that the above statement is true
According to a Floida state health inspection report done on the Sembler-based
synanon SAFE in Orlando, Florida SAFE reported restraint
rate of 29 in 1 month
compared to a restraint rate of 1 in
3 months at all other juvenile residential drug
treatment programs combined in the same state health district in which
it operated! Richard Bradbury, a former Straight counselor,
assisted by some former Straight clients, demonstrates a chair
restraint and a floor
restraint for Channel
8 News Watch, Tampa, Florida.
boy named Bobby by
(Ms. Warbis is a former client of Straight-Sarasota, 1982)
Bobby was a 14 year old boy, growing fast. I'd stayed in his home as
a foster sister to Bobby's sister Cathy. Bobby had recently run away
and been found weeks later sleeping out in the cold in an abandoned
hotel near the beach. When he was captured by former clients and returned
to the program, he was half starved, fatigued and none too happy to
see us. Bobby refused to concede that he needed to be in the program.
And that was the one unforgivable sin. In retribution for his sin, ostensibly
to save his life by bringing him to his senses, Staff ordered a line
of treatment euphemistically termed "Time Out". TR (Timeout
Room) meant that the client was taken out of group and placed in one
of four large closets, maybe six or seven feet square. Three or more
other clients were selected from the group to provide intense "confrontation"
therapy. The TR upstairs just under the aluminum roof and almost out
of ear-shot to the group was particularly uncomfortable in the Florida
Summertime and was usually reserved for the real hard cases. This is
where Bobby was taken. Staff would hand down the sentence pretty
much on a whim after having the client stand up for confrontation by
the group. Staff would ask the group "Who wants to take so-and-so
to TR?" It was a rhetorical question as the slightest perceived
lack of enthusiasm for anything that Staff asked was tantamount to treason
and might be met with swift and severe punishment. Or it might not;
uncertainty is an important ingredient in this recipe. Bobby's "Time
Out" was the most brutal and sadistic event that I have ever witnessed.
As I recall, it lasted for two & a half to three days. During that
time, Bobby was subjected to constant verbal and physical abuse at the
hands of three to six other male clients, each replaced after a few
hours by another client selected from the group by Staff. During TR,
the client was usually forced to remain standing, often denied food,
water, sleep and every human dignity up to and including the "privilege"
of using the bathroom. A couple of times a day, Staff would order Bobby
to be trotted out in front of the group where various other clients
would be selected to "confront" him about his problem, unwillingness
to "be honest" about the "objective reality" of
his current stature as a worthless, filthy druggie piece of shit and
his need for "rehabilitation".
The overall effect
of this exercise was to re-enforce in his mind that the group was solidly
behind whatever was going on inside that tiny room. The effect on the
group was to re-enforce in our minds just exactly what might happen
to any of us, including his big sister, should we choose to break ranks.
By the middle of the second day, I'm pretty sure the effect was lost
on Bobby. He was gaunt, glassy eyed, slack jawed and unable to remain
standing without the assistance of the clients providing his "confrontation
therapy". I don't even think he was aware of his surroundings.
Over the past 17 years, Bobby's face has hung in my mind. I've often
wondered what happened to him; if he ever got over the trauma, if his
parents ever realized their grave error or if he even survived.
Robert and Jeff
at Straight-Saint Petersburg. On March 2, 1992 Robert Curtis
D. wrote a letter to Florida's Department of Health and Rehabilitative
Services (HRS) alleging abuses at he says he received at Straight.
He reported that in June 1989 he had worn the same shirt for three
days and so requested to change it but his old comer refused. So, he
claims, he removed his old comer's hand from his belt
loop to change the shirt anyway. Reinforcements were called,
he alleges, and he was thrown to the floor and knocked unconscious.
He says he was carried to the hospital which did a cat scan, administered
three stitches, and determined he had a concussion. This was only one
of approximately five concussions Robert claims he received and
which required him to be taken to a hospital while at Straight.
Jeff Wade M. graduated Straight-Saint Petersburg on August 25,
1989. He wrote a letter to HRS on March 3, 1992 stating he could confirm
some of Robert Curtis D.'s allegations. He wrote that one female
staff member would grab her crotch or breast in front of the boys and
say things like "bite this". He reported that two girls
had escaped but were returned by the police. He alleges that a
female staff member asked them probing sexual questions like, "How
big were they?", "Did you like it?", and
"Did you get off?" Jeff Wade reported that his
family had been struggling. That his father was recuperating from
open heart surgery, his mother had been released from a treatment facility
herself, and his grandmother was terminally ill in the hospital.
He reported to HRS that he was informed by a Straight official (Author:
name with held by me) that he could not progress in the program
until his parents opened up their home as a host home. (Author:
the official named later helped found her own Straight-like program.)
In the Spring
of 2000 a former Straight student named Kathy Martin created an
discussion forum for former Straight students
which is currently being managed by Ginger Warbis, another former Straight
student. Thanks to the efforts of these two courageous women
we now have a better understanding on just what special treatments Straight
kids are subjected too. Here are some of their stories.
I remember trying to run, getting caught and being put into
a room with about 10 girls... a little room in a corner where
extra chairs were stored.. When I came out 10 hours later,
I was beaten, bloodied, bruised with a split in my head and
a concussion. My sweet foster mom [called program officials]
and begged them to let me see a doctor. She was told to forget
what she saw.
[I was] forced to drink a gallon of water in fifteen seconds
till I threw up. Forced to watch a beating.
Fired as a Staff trainee because I refused to beat up
a first phasor. [I saw] people tied up and gagged in back
room while Ms. Reagan was there. [Forced to] exercise
till you pass out. Had my leg broken.
In Orlando the misbehavers were always picked up by their arms
and legs and carried into one of the intake rooms. Then they
would slam you on the floor as hard as possible. I don't know
what happen to them in there because they would always close
the door, but I can still hear one girl screaming.
- Kathy: Remember
those damn "bust ass" raps. . . Remember, summertime
in St. Pete, 90 degrees minimum outside, no windows, heat blasting
on the inside, non-stop "bust-ass motivating" for
only God knows how long. Big commercial size trash cans in the
back for people to throw up in, people hyperventilating, people
passing out, people sweating all over people, misbehaving
people getting sat on etc...
After I got out I ran into one staff member, and there may have
been more, who quit after an incident at Straight in which a
guy was made to wear diapers in group. Just diapers.
While I was in Orlando there was a girl that had bleeding ulcers.
I will never forget her or how sick she was. She vomited blood
constantly, at first they would make her sit in group with a
bucket (in case she had to get sick). They eventually
let her lay down in one of the time out rooms, but they left
the door open so she could hear the raps. Then she started having
nosebleeds. She went to the doctor several times, but she kept
getting worse. I was her old comer once on an out of town weekend,
she started vomiting a lot of blood on Saturday morning.
The host mom called staff and told them that she needed to go
to a hospital. Staff told her that this girl did this all the
time and that she would be fine until Monday. That weekend I
spent a lot of time with her, I can remember her looking at
me and telling me that they were going to let her die. Of course
I told her she would be fine, but I honestly thought she was
going to die, and I couldn't help her. I'm not sure how it happened
but she finally got to a hospital and was admitted, she stayed
at least a week. Her parents stayed with her and there was no
"Straight supervision." When she was released from
the hospital, I was sent to bring her back to the building,
she looked a lot better but she was still really sick. Her parents
took her out of Straight the next day. I forgot to mention this
girl was 13 years old.
When at was in Straight at 11 years old, my twin sister was
in there with me. The staff felt it was not in our best interest
for our recovery "from smoking pot once" that we see,
talk or touch each other. There she was sitting only feet away,
and I couldn't even look at her without getting confronted.
Not only did I share a bedroom with her my whole life up till
then, but a womb for nine months. I would have to sit and watch
her get restrained and not be able to do anything about it but
get restrained with her. God, that hurt!
As usual I don't remember what the reason was . . . but I remember
feeling terrible because they literally leashed him (put a rope
around him for the old comer to hang on to while walking him
around the building to clean their toilets) and gave him a toothbrush
to scrub the bathrooms.
I remember a couple of girls with scoliosis being made to grin
and bear it. People who claimed to be hypoglycemic were given
about as much consideration as those who threatened suicide.
But no one was ever allowed to skip exercise rap unless they
were on a higher phase and had some credibility. The one time
I actually hit someone I was having a severe asthma attack and
she had been poking me in the back trying to make me run (I'd
been complying to the best of my ability by walking). And I
remember a time, don't remember who this person was, but I was
on 5th phase and this girl was asking to go to the bathroom
to puke and then to lie down. A PT determined that she was faking,
and I pointed out that I didn't think she was faking the blue
lips and pale complexion. Maybe that's why I never 7th stepped.
The ScottK kid on the video had his leg broken while I was in
school. I still have his crutches I think. He was my newcomer
for a while until he finally got pulled. I always like him,
the group was terrified of him because he didn't fuck around
when he got restrained, he fought hard!! I saw him kick a kid's
two front teeth (accidentally) THROUGH his lower lip.
There was a seventh stepper who would speak at parents meetings
and public recruitments who was crippled. He had lost the use
of one of his arms and after he had given his "introduction"
at these speaking engagements, he would reveal that his infirmity
was caused by nerve damage resulting from being restrained on
the floor for long periods of time. Then he would claim he was
grateful that Straight had cared enough to ignore the fact they
were crippling him and claim if they hadn't, he would be dead,
or insane etc.
My mother's best "straight" friend only got
upset one time, that was when her husband walked into the bathroom
in the front office and found their son on a leash cleaning
the bathroom floors with a toothbrush. One other
thing that happened to this family the daughter was put
on the infamous peanut butter diet. Staff just (supposedly)
"forgot" to take her off of it. Her blood levels dropped
so low that she had to be taken to the doctors. The sibling
of the family, who was the youngest and the only one who never
went in the program but grew up living the program . . .
ended up being the one who messed her life up the most. She
grew up in Straight, then ended up a prostitute, a heroin addict
and a single mother of a baby who almost starved to death. She
finally went into a program for heroine addict mothers, so she
could take better care of her baby. Today she is going to law
school. She went into treatment voluntarily and it wasn't into
Straight and it wasn't anything like Straight and lo and behold,
the one who really ended up having a drug problem, got straight
[On students with mental problems]. It took no rocket
scientist to see that these people were special, and were emotionally
challenged before they even sat foot in that place. I
remember 3 of the 4 at various times urinating in their pants
and to top that, they were "confronted" for their
actions. I remember all 4 having limited vocabularies, and had
no clue as to what was going on at all. I remember that all
4 of these people at one time to another, would be stood up
to keep them from falling asleep in group. Then there
was the time that one of these 4 that stood up during lunch
"rap", and threw an apple at a staff members back
( bulls eye!!! ) I might add, was "confronted" for
her "bad" behavior. God bless her. Also
at some time during this individual's stay at "Straight",
"Staff" had the profound idea to "freeze"
this individual on her "phases", so now that
individual would stand up with her arms and legs perfectly stiff
yelling "I'M FROZEN!!, I'M FROZEN!!", so the people
around her gently as they could, sat her down.
[Sue] was from Crystal River... a very tiny, thin, petite
girl with long white-blond hair and the look of a frightened
deer to her. She had only done like alcohol and
pot . . . After a few months she broke down and admitted that
her father had been sexually molesting her since she was 7 (she
was 15 when she came in). I am sure you all know the routine
of destroying a person there . . . suffice to say within
a couple of months she "accepted all blame for what she
had done" and apologized to her father for being such a
tramp and "causing" him to do that. She was
thoroughly broken . . . I have always thought of her and
hope against hope she someday got the help she so desperately
On my third day in the program the air conditioning went out.
It was so hot in there. While we were in line to go home I passed
out from the heat. The girl who had me belt looped let me fall
flat on my face. The next day they accused me of making
myself pass out so I could go to a hospital and cop out. They
never called a doctor or ambulance. I tried to explain that
I am claustrophobic and being put in line like we were ( with
your toes touching the heels of the person in front of you)
along with the heat made me pass out. I had a nasty bruise on
my cheek from falling. They always confronted me about this
and told me to get honest.
There were lots of "Special People" in Straight while
I was there. There were also some seriously mentally ill folks.
I had the unsavory responsibility of taking one to be evaluated
by a psychiatrist. He was on first phase and I was on 5th. A
3rd phasor was sent to help. We were given all sorts of explicit
instructions including that we were not to hold his belt loop
once we were away from the building. Once at the shrinks
office we had to be in the room with the client and the shrink.
We were there for hours. It was rather late at night when we
got back. The building was shut down. During the interview
I remember feeling more and more afraid. The client was from
the Boston area and was really whacked. He had seen a few people
killed from what I remember of his rantings in between cackling
and sobbing. The next day he was gone. M. L. did
a debriefing with me and the 3rd phasor while D.M. listened
and took notes on what we reported. We were then told to never
speak of it again. This is the first time I have since then.
My host brother was "special." Heart of Gold and dumber
than dirt. They fucked him up pretty bad too.
You said I was worthless, you told me I was a liar, a druggie
whore, and an addict. I am still standing here today, and I
am not any of those things you tried so hard to force me to
believe. But then, I never was. I am a responsible adult, mother,
- Reid Martin: I also
had another huge "foster-brother?" named Bob S.. He
endured horrible surgery (without pain relievers) to remove
a huge tattoo on his forearm. His skin was cut and peeled away
from his wrist to his elbow and all he could have was antibiotics.
I'll bet he's pissed now. I remember thinking how awful and
painful that was for him, and how badly he must have wanted
to prove himself to the staff. There was another guy with mushroom
tattoos in St. Pete that always wore long sleeves, even in the
summer. He spoke of having them removed, but, now I remember
that no one could take any type of pain relief, regardless.
I saw lots of folks sick, I mean no major illnesses but sore
throats, vomiting and fevers all of which were met with
no compassion. I can say personally that I have always
had a mitral valve prolapse (heart murmur) and although it has
never caused me any problems it is of crucial importance that
any infections (i.e., strep throat) be treated promptly. I walked
around for two weeks with a sore throat and fever
and despite my requests to see the doctor, I never
did. They told me I "made up" the entire heart murmur
thing. Funny, my mother swears she told them, go figure.
When I was on third phase, I began throwing up. I could not
keep my food down at all. I lost tons of weight and became very
weak. Staff's solution was to initially put me in the back of
group with a bucket. I was constantly spitting up and making
other people sick too. Soon I was moved to the infirmary with
the guy who had hepatitis. I had stayed with him and his family
several times and since puking was part of what he did, they
started telling me I probably had hepatitis. I was a little
confused as to how I could have contracted it since I knew the
type Mike had came from a dirty needle and I had never shot
any thing. I was told I had contracted it from bong water. Soon
I was put on a set back and I was confronted about allowing
myself to get a disease from my drug use. When I was finally
permitted to get some blood work done it was negative. I eventually
stopped puking and moved on.
The other girl was a young 12 year old girl. She was a severe
diabetic and used to give herself insulin shots throughout the
day. She was a step-sister to a couple of girls in the program
who 7-stepped but she did not complete the program. I wonder
what happened to her. They always made a big issue of her diabetes
and her having to "shoot up".
When I arrived at Straight in March of '82, I noticed other
people digging long strings of "goop" out of there
eyes. I remember thinking how gross it was. Within a few months,
I had it too. That stuff has continued to discharge from my
eyes for the 18 years since. . . with the addition
of an antibiotic specifically designed for staph infection,
that goop is finally going away. . . The "goop" is
called "terminal mucous". I have also had many recurrent
bladder and Gastrointestinal infections.
I have been diagnosed with Migraines since I was 10, yet was
never allowed medical treatment when suffering an attack. I
was told that was because we should learn to solve our problems
[without] using drugs.
- Pegasus : I
vaguely remember a girl who had 7th stepped just as I entered
who had cancer but refused all treatment. She died at 17 years
old, but by God, she was drug free!
Being punished by going for 4 months solid where the only food
I was allowed was 1 cup of water, 2 slices of bread and a tablespoon
of peanut butter... got that 3 times a day... and my mother
thrilled because I had lost weight. Then being confronted, taunted
and called names because I was caught trying to steal a bite
of food off a plate being passed down.
- Pegasus: The
constipation versus the limited bathroom time etc contributed
to my being diagnosed with both Irritable Bowel and irritable
Bladder Syndromes within 2 years after leaving.
- Ken: I
remember for instance an old comer of mine asking me if I "deserved
Being constipated for 14+ days and having C. P., [a fellow
student] trying make me shove something up my ass while
the other newcomers watched.
- Fred: the
'bust ass' rap sessions where people passed-out and sat in their
- Kathy: We
were forced to hold it or wet ourselves. One of my worst moments
was after my first open meeting, in St. Pete ('82). People who
were there will remember that our open meetings, because of
the huge amount of people there in group would last very, very
late into the night. Then we would have those after the open
meeting raps that would usually last until 2 or 3:00 in the
morning. Well, even though the last time we were allowed to
use the bathrooms was I believe after "dinner rap",
that was it. No more going to the bathroom. Well because I had
only been there for 3 days, my bladder was not yet trained to
go only 2 times a day in group. So I'm trying to tell someone
anyone that I have to go, and I'm not kidding. I'm on the front
row in between two old comers, trying to get the fifth phasor's
attention, she sees me, but shakes her head, "no".
I persist in raising my hand (ya know the waving your 5 fingers
in front of you) indicating, this matter is urgent. The fifth
phasors are saying no, the old comers begin to look mad and
give me a look and "kindly" put my waving hand down
on my knees. Oh crap, I think to myself, no one is listening
to me and I feel like killing this b**** who is sitting next
to me, then it happens, I say oh ****! So the old comers next
to me say loudly, "shhhhh!" Getting the attention
of the staff (ya know the rap leaders), just in time for me
to wet all over myself. Yup, that was pretty damned humiliating
at 15 years old. But I guess they showed me who was in charge.
I think that was their point, but who knows. Well my accident
finally got a fifth phasors attention and I was finally allowed
to go to the bathroom (Well, thanks a lot) She brought me to
the bathroom and gave me some brown cords to wear that were
about 5 sizes too big and clashed terribly with whatever shirt
I had on. Nothing like advertising to the whole world (group)
that I had just peed my pants.
One time in a girl's rap, I was sharing about date rape, and
was confronted and was told I needed to share the truth - that
I was really a "slut", and that this was really "all
my fault". I was screamed at for even attempting to blame
the guy. I turned on the fake words and fake feelings to stop
being confronted and get through the rest of the rap, but I
was really hurt and confused by that. Raps were not for sharing
feelings, but for further enforcing what scum we really were.
It's just another proof to me that this was not therapy, but
all about brainwashing, and beating us down.
additional cases of alleged child abuse at Straights and some Straight-like
treatment camps by camp, click
and then click on the desired facility or organization shown
in the diagram.
additional information on alleged abuses at Straights and some Straight-like
treatment camps by newspaper articles: click here
for newspaper montage 1 and here
for newspaper montage 2.
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