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the fucked up part is that no matter how long itâs been Iâll never be whole again. Thereâs still a part of me trapped there. A sad, scared little girl. A part of me they took. Sheâs never going to be free. That version of me is going to be sad and scared and lonely and trapped forever.
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conducting a bit of research
the questions are, in order; do you know what the Troubled Teen Industry is, are you a survivor of the TTI, and do you (online or irl) do anything* to advocate against it or support those who do
[*anything can mean anything from donating to organizations, sharing your own experiences, reblogging those who share their experiences, etc]
*read questions above*
yes, yes, yes
yes, no, yes
yes, no, no
yes, yes, no
no, no, no
reblogging so more people see this
there are still kids in the Troubled Teen Industry. Iâm sobbing. Iâm not joking. As I write this I am crying. Because children are still being abused in the TTI. Theyâre scared and hurt and theyâre DYING and NO ONE CARES! I have seen exactly one person (online or in person) who isnât themselves a survivor of the TTI who actually cares. Children are being kidnapped. Children are being abused. CHILDREN ARE BEING MURDERED!
WHY DONâT YOU CARE!?
Aggressively questioning every hotline I call to see what I can say before they lock me up. Some hotlines genuinely donât care and you can say literally anything you want (those are my favorite) and some call the cops on you if you sneeze wrong.
Missing them. Missing them because it was the best relationship of my life. Missing them because it felt like something straight out of a storybook. Missing them because no matter how much I try Iâll never hate them. Missing them because I canât. Missing them because I really thought they cared about me. Missing them because theyâre irreplaceable. Missing them because Iâll never be able to forget how it felt to be loved.
My friends only like me for what I give them and Iâm fine with that. If Iâm not useful I am nothing. And let me tell you, that is so much worse. Iâm fine being the backup friend. The one no one talks to unless Iâm paying for something. Cause at least then someone will talk to me. At least Iâm one of the options, even if Iâll never be the first choice.
Sometimes people joke that I give so much because Iâm too generous. That couldnât be further from the truth. I am a deeply selfish person. Iâm using them as much as theyâre using me, the only difference is that Iâm more sneaky about it, more manipulative to get what I want. They ask, I just take.
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(for context I am a beginner dm trying my best to do a campaign for my siblings)
Iâm so tired of spending hours every day studying the world and lore and encounters and everything I can find about this campaign all to make it as fun and engaging as I possibly can so my siblings will have a good time. I like playing too, of course, but most of the time Iâm doing it for them. And they canât even bother to keep track of their character sheets. I have had to re-print them four times, usually for the same people. Weâve only played three sessions. And they donât listen! Theyâre constantly talking over me, usually about things completely unrelated to the game. I keep having to explain things OVER and OVER! They wonât stop whining! Itâs always âmy charismaâs too lowâ or âI want to use a spell I donât haveâ or âmy initiative is too low, itâs not fairâ and no matter how many magic items I give them or rules I bend itâs never enough! They always have something to complain about! And they keep doing things they KNOW will get them killed, I WARN them that if they do it theyâll die, and they do it anyway! And then throw a tantrum when I tell them weâre going to have to make them a new character! They keep saying âI didnât mean it!â Or âcanât I have a re do?â And the first few times I was like yeah sure but after I warn them repeatedly about the consequences and they STILL do it, it gets old really quickly. My brother wonât even do his homework so we can play. Heâs supposed to do it either way but he would rather do NOTHING than do his homework for like 30 minutes so we can play dnd after. We have skipped five scheduled sessions in a row. We have literally skipped more sessions than weâve played. And yet every day when I come home from school I spend HOURS studying every minute detail of the story, memorizing everything I can, practicing voice acting for the npcâs, doing everything I can in the hopes that maybe if I make it more immersive, more fun, more⊠SOMETHING, theyâll finally care enough to look at me when Iâm talking.
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reblogging in the hopes that we can shut these places down for good. To my fellow survivors out there; I see you. I hope youâre doing as well as you can. To everyone else; I hope you can find the time to stand with us in the fight to get this industry abolished
bro the town that my residential was in got mentioned in a show I was watching and like I forgot that it was a real town lowkey. Like, other people live there, completely unaware of everything thatâs happening in their city. Itâs wild lol
âoh but they must have done something badââ shut up. SHUT UP. Does it matter? Does any child deserve to be abused? To die, alone and afraid? Do you really think a child could have done ANYTHING to deserve that?
One of the things I hated about residential treatment (TTI) was how the staff would twist the 'coping skills' you learned to their own gain.
For example, the DBT skill radical acceptance - a skill that is essentially for accepting your emotions surrounding an event/stressor when you can't do anything to change said event/stressor.
An example of this would be, let's say, your late to an appointment because of traffic. You have to accept that you can't do anything about the traffic and you're going to be late.
Its also not an entire skill, its like a part of one. you accept you are going to be late, and cope with the stress that brings you by using other skills.
ANYWAY.
I would be like "hey this is one of my needs" and the staff would be like "im not going to meet that need because i dont want to" and i'd get frustrated and be like "well thats not cool" and theyd be like "radically accept it"
BITCH DONT TELL ME TO 'USE MY COPING SKILLS' WHEN YOUR ACTIVLEY BEING A DICK AND NOT DOING YOUR FUCKING JOB!!!!!!!!
sorry that got a bit angry. anyway, if you work at a TTI i automatically hate you. you're like a cop in my eyes. thanks byeee
FR like a little girl (she was like 11-12) at my program had an ALLERGIC REACTION and COULDNâT BREATHE and they told her to âstop being dramatic and just take deep breathsâ fuck them.
I almost miss my RTC sometimes. Almost. And I feel bad about it. (Explanation/vent under cut)
It was overall an awful experience, and one I would not like to repeat, genuinely. But I miss the sense of⊠community? I guess? We were sad and scared and hurt, but we were sad, scared, and hurt together. And yeah, they pretty much brainwashed us until we all thought it was normal, and anyone (me included, at first) who disagreed was ostracized and shunned until we complied, but once you gave in and just did what you were told, the other kids were, well, nice. They understood, I guess. And, like, maybe if I had complied from the first moment I was there, they would have been nicer? I know thatâs not true, I saw them abuse kids who had done nothing wrong. I donât know. I feel bad about it because it feels like a slap in the face to people who went through ârealâ abuse in the TTI. Like, I canât be talking about my experience as if it was bad when clearly it wasnât that bad, if I miss it. Idk. Iâm still working on⊠âun-brainwashingâ myself, I guess. Maybe one day Iâll be able to accept that nothing I could have done would have made my time there suck less. That it wasnât my fault. That I didnât deserve it. I can say all that now, but in the back of my mind it feels like a lie, like Iâm just âplaying the victimâ.
I was in the TTI (troubled teen industry) for five months. Now, thatâs not a âlongâ time by TTI standards, but it felt like forever. My program wasnât even one of the âbad onesâ. They fed me at least one small meal a day, and I never had to go weeks without showering like I know others have. While I was there I was constantly told by staff and by other patients that we were âluckyâ to have been sent there. And it made sense, what they told me. I started to doubt my own memories, my own thoughts and feelings, like maybe I really was being dramatic and ungrateful. After all, I was only punished when I had done something Really Bad, didnât I deserve it? And we werenât really trapped, the door was unlocked. Obviously the staff and/or police would drag us back if we left but⊠we technically could, if we really wanted to. And there were ANIMALS! What kind of âabusive shitholeâ has ponies and chickens and baby goats? And, you know, maybe I was being dramatic and difficult on purpose when I thought I was sick. I never got that sick at home, I must have been faking! And I got to laugh and smile with the other kids there, and we wouldnât ever be happy if it was really bad, right?
But I wasnât. I wasnât dramatic, or ungrateful, or any of the things they said I was. I was sad, and scared, and in pain. And I deserved better.
Oh FUCK this. Absolutely not. My blood is boiling.
Here is a list of things that I saw/experienced firsthand in one of these wilderness programs or heard from other survivors:
-Your parents give people (who have no childcare qualifications) the right to take you from your bed in the middle of the night. They are allowed to physically restrain you. They are allowed to lie to you about where youâre going.
-Restraints from these transportation people caused somebody bone fractures. They were not allowed medical attention for two weeks. This is just one of many stories about how this legal kidnapping often causes lasting physical/emotional issues.
-Once you are forcibly strip searched by strangers and dropped off in the middle of the woods, you are given one outfit to wear no stop for a week that will not be cleaned during that time. You eat food full of ash out of cups that are cleaned with dirt and the one bandanna that you also use to clean your body twice a week. These places will restrict food if they feel you are too fat despite hiking 5-10 miles with a 30 pound pack.
-One of these groups had to drink puddle water off of the ground in the woods because THERE IS NO RUNNING WATER
-One of my best friends was in a wilderness therapy group that was not provided adequate gear to protect them from the cold in the mountains of Utah in the dead of winter. And you wanna guess what happened? THEY ALL GOT HYPOTHERMIA. THE STAFF DID NOT CARE.
-And, of course, contact with parents is restricted. All phone calls are monitored by people who work for these programs. You are forced to lie about how well everything is going so your parents will keep you there and keep dishing out money.
I didnât even get into the emotional abuse because thatâs something I have less personal experience with (but donât get me wrong, it happened.) If I left anything of importance out please message me and I will be more than happy to add to this post.
I will scream this as many times as I need to- I was not an entitled brat, I was suicidal because somethingâs wrong with my biochemistry. Itâs as simple as that. This is not âtough loveâ for âspoiledâ and âentitledâ âsnowflakesâ. This is the legal kidnapping of children and deprivation of basic human needs as a cash grab and the way netflix is framing this is sickening.
absolutely disgusting behavior. Turning peoples trauma into a reality tv show so people can laugh at them and humiliate them is fucking disgusting. Fuck them. Fuck everyone involved. Iâd say I hope they have to experience what theyâre doing to other people but honestly I wouldnât wish this stuff on my worst enemy. Itâs THAT bad.
(Edit: by âeveryone involvedâ I mean the producers and program, NOT the victims. Obviously)
the only reason my parents know my tti facility was abusive is because i was very nearly gooned to another one in hawaii. my first one was in oregon. i got brainwashed. i was psychologically and institutionally abused. i never once got restrained or assaulted or killed. i am one of the lucky ones. because i didn't go to a program Like That. i knew that there were programs out there that did those things. but my program wasn't one of the bad ones. they didn't hit us. they didn't leave us outside at night in below freezing temperatures. they didn't physically restrain us. i thought the people who ran away from my program were just being rebellious or dramatic. breaking program. i didn't realize i was being abused too. because from the beginning i was taught that the way we were treated was normal. in fact it was good because it wasn't Like The Other Programs.
this is what brainwashing is. it's not about wiping someone's mind. it's not about controlling them like a puppet. it's not about making their eyes glaze over so they're just a zombie. putty in your hands. no brainwashing is a teaching process. it's shaping someones mind. it's controlling their environment and thoughts behaviors opinions existence until they can be controlled. not because they don't have a mind of their own but because their mind agrees. because that's all they know now. i knew about those other programs. my peers within the program had their own stories of worse ones. getting frostbite in the woods. permanent injuries from carrying packs that were far too heavy and didn't fit their tiny bodies right. not being allowed to so much as look at anyone else let alone talk to them or god forbid touch them. for three months straight. i heard about programs like that.
i didn't realize being forced to sit at a table in complete silence and being made to ask for permission to get up for anything as small as going to the bathroom. while everyone else around me could talk and move as they pleased. i didn't realize that was abuse too. because i wasn't on a "silent table" (the name for that punishment) when i was at school. only when i was as the house. because i was on a silent table for a reason. i still hadn't finished a monumental assignment so i was put on a silent table to finish it. it was my own fault. i didn't realize it was abuse. because i knew the rules and i broke them. and they didn't hit me. they didn't kill me. i didn't realize it was abuse when i was alienated from my peers for a day because i wouldn't take my meds from a staff member that i fully believed would be willing to give me the wrong ones. i didn't realize it was abuse because other people had and are still having it worse than i ever did.
i didn't realize it was abuse because, as much as it may sound awful to you, it was normal for me. the punishments i got were because i broke the rules. i still can't bring myself to use the word "refuse" in the context of my own actions and choices. did i ever think i was being treated unfairly. oh yeah for sure. i had a staff member lie and say that i had gotten physical with them. that i'd hit them when they were attempting to wake me up. i didn't. but i had no other witnesses and a staffs word meant far more than mine. so i got punished for it. and would you believe this happened twice. the second time was the same reason i was unwilling to take meds from a staff member. she lied about me. got me in tons of trouble. and i didn't feel safe taking my meds from a woman who would do such a thing to me. i said i'd take them if someone else would administer them. it took about an hour for that to happen. i got punished for that hour of refusal. so yeah. i wasn't treated fairly. many such cases etc etc. but i didn't realize the whole thing was abusive. i just thought certain staff were evil to their core (i still think this about those staff btw). i didn't think the program itself was bad. i didn't know. i didn't know. i didn't know. do you think all the kids who've died have known. why they were killed. i wonder how many of them thought it was their fault.
i almost got gooned to a place in hawaii. they told me i could go willingly with them or unwilling with a "transport service." i chose the third option. but even that program is a light sentence. it even has a mocking nickname among treatment kids because it's notorious for being easy compared to other places. my parents only know my tti facility was bad because telling them was the only thing that was gonna get me out of going to another one. if i hadn't told them. do you think they would've figured it out on their own. would they have been guilty for sending me there. they are now. i relish in that guilt. sometimes i like to twist the knife a little. remind them that i'm broken and it's their fault. just so i can see that guilt surface. maybe that's mean. i don't really care. they stopped being human to me the moment i realized they should have known better. that it was abuse from the very start. that even dressed up in pretty words it was still abusive. do you think they would've realized? if i'd died there? do you think they would know it was their fault? do you think i would have gotten justice in my posthumous existence?
i don't think so. i think they only know because i told them. and i think i only told them because i knew full well i was in danger.
my tti facility held me for two years, five months, and one day. and i didn't die. an unnamed twelve year old boy in north carolina was held for one day. and then he was murdered. a boy in the woods. with neither face nor name. was kidnapped and held for just one day before being killed.
i don't consider him luckier than me. i lived. but i consider him lucky among the murdered. because he didn't live long enough. he only made it through one day
do you think he'll get justice?
i don't think so
