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Name: | april
(Ladygasbug1974@ gmail. com)
| | Date: | 9/5/2015 7:36:32 PM | | Subject: | o t p Roosevelt camp warm springs,ga | | | I started out the girls camp in 1990 and finally got out in 1992.do not send your kid there. I am a victim & survivor. I have v h s video footage of this camp and rituals. | | | Post Reply | | |
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Name: | craaaaaaaaze8
([email protected])
| | Date: | 8/7/2015 1:34:45 PM | | Subject: | survivor | | | Hello, for years ive dealt with the memories of abuse and torture. Ive never mentioned it to anyone other than my girlfriend, who has stuck by me through some of the toughest times. But im ready to talk and I want others to be aware of the abuse I and many others went through at a so-called Christian childrens home in Chattanooga Tn. I mentioned abuse and torture because that's exactly what it was. Some describe beatings as a paddling, but when the paddle hits an 8 and 9 year old more than 30 times an hour for 7 hours its more than a beating. When you have to wear blood soaked underwear that dries its even more painful. When your houseparent gives you a concussion, swells your face, lips nose and ears its beyond beatings. When your houseparent becomes aroused by the paddlings and beatings it becomes even more scary. when that same houseparent allows another houseparent to do the same it now becomes torture. I remember learning to swim, which is scary enough for any child, but being thrown from a 50 to 55 foot cliff at a rock quarry on many occasions its horrifying. I know we all have heard of having your mouth washed out for saying a bad word, but being made to eat, chew and swallow large bars of soap, and dishwashing liquid will make you extremely sick, I know, I was diagnosed with my first ulcer at the age of 13. These are just some of the horrible things I and others suffered through. I think more than the abuse, it breaks my heart knowing I could not protect the younger kids. I wanted answers and still do. I want to know why so many knew about the abuse and stood by. I wanted to know how anyone could use the bible as a tool to destroy lives. It seems the older I get, the more I remember and I don't know what to do with those memories. I feel tortured all over again. | | | Post Reply | | |
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Name: | Pattie
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| | Date: | 4/20/2013 2:57:49 PM | | Subject: | Meridell in Liberty, TX | | | My brother is planning on sending my niece there ASAP. She has been living with me for three months because they kicked her out of the house. Since she has been with me, everything has been great. She will be 18 in August. They refuse to sign her over to me. It's a control factor. If you have any information about this place, please contact me ASAP. I am trying to save her from anymore emotional problems. | | | Post Reply | Display replies to this message
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Name: | EJ
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| | Date: | 2/18/2012 10:19:34 PM | | Subject: | My stay at Cross Creek Programs | | | It's been 8 years since I left Cross Creek and I still have nightmares. The mental damage has taken a long time to progressivly get better, but I am still a long way of mentally recovering from what happend to me and the abuse I watched other girls suffer at the hands of those who ran Cross Creek. I first arrived in the little rural Utah town of LaVerkin in the gates of the ominous white building The manor. I was given 2 minutes to say godbye to my parents before being lead behind those 12foot tall gates that would be shut behind me for 2 years. I was escorted by two large men "The Radios" they called them, to dorm hall and ito a room where a group of girls went through my possetions and threw away what was considered "contraband". The treated my head for lice (a 14 year old girl was made to do this) I was stipped and searched and made to shower as a staff watched me. My parents told the director I was suicidal. I was and I was violent. I found out a few years after I left CCM, that I have Bipolar Disorder and the medication I am on now works. In the 2 years I was being "treated" at CCM both of my therapists failed to identify it. I was even sent to a specialist becuase like clockwork my moods would go from Up for several months to down for a month or two. The specialist said I had "Oppositional Defiant Dissorder" and that it would be benificial for me to stay in the program and complete the process. My first night I had a manic outburst. I don't like feeling like a prisoner and that is exactly what CCM was, a prison. I flipped out and assulted a staff and in a panic tried to run away. I was beaten down by 4 large male staff members and dragged to isolation, a 5x8 cell made of concrete. They turn the AC down to about 65 degrees and take your shoes and socks and make you sit on your hands for 12 hours. You are only given peanut butter and bread with water twice a day, you shower as a staff watches you and then they let you out after all the rest of the girls are in bed. You can't see your therapist anything you do you must ask premission and the slightest infractin earns you a write up. I lived in Iso for a month,I did not attend school the whole time even though it was in October when I went in there. Then when I was "good" I was allowed to join the other girls in the SH room. We were called Staff Buddy's since we were all being punished for various infractions. We were seperated from our groups and not allowed to even write our parents. We listed to tapes and filled out worksheets. You could not talk you had to ask permission to even scratch your head or take a drink from your water bottle. This is how they treated me for a serious mental illness. If I acted up I was dragged up to the Iso and if I acted out in there, then a staff would come in and lay down on top of me. One guy was a 300+lbs Samoan man named Sam. He once laid on top of me restraining my arms with his knees in my calves for six hours. I had cuts and bruises. One time I had a nightmare and was screaming in my sleep. One of the Radios came in and grabbed me by the shirt collar litterally threw me off the top bunk bed and picked me up by one arm and dragged me up to the Iso. The man slammed me into ever wall we encountered. Nobody belived me, not my parents, my sister, nobody. Who is going to belive the words of a kid who got sent to a behavior modification center for doing drugs, having sex, attempting suicide and running away from home? I finally just learned to lie and cheat my way through the rest of the program. I played the game, I pretended to cry when they wanted me to, I verbally abused lower level girls, I stabbed people in the back to make myself look better to the staff becuase I wanted to just get out of there. I did what I did to survive. I am cirrently in therapy and we are working on a lot of the memories of that place I have suppressed. It's cause me a lot of anxiety and stress. I learned nothing from that place. When I got out I did even more drugs to suppress the memories to kill the pain. I didn;t get my act together until I got pregnant with my son 2 years ago. My son saved my life, the program just stole my mom's money even though they take all the credit for me being alive today. | | | Post Reply | Display replies to this message
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Name: | Survivor143
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| | Date: | 1/14/2012 8:04:24 PM | | Subject: | Survivor(Sort-Of) | | | So im not sure where to start. I am 30 years old now. My entire youth was spent as one of those "throw-away" going from facility to facility. Reading some info on past survivors and thought i would come here and ask for some help..See I have never really been able to get a hold of my life...as a youth i spent more time being beat and abused rather than loved and cared for. So now as an adult I feel like the only thing i know is hate, anger and violence...I have no social skills and I feel like crap basically so if anyone can help me out i would appreciate. | | | Post Reply | Display replies to this message
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