Angry Kids
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Last published Tue, Nov 10, 2020
this is the story about the five months I spent at a psychologically abusive treatment center, where I celebrated my seventeenth birthday. I was pulled out of the program on the last day of May 2018 because they had illegally stopped allowing my parents to have any form of contact with me. Despite this, and multiple other infractions, no legal action was ever taken.
However, not everything was bad. They had a handful of wonderful, kind staff members, and fortunately a few of the others weren't very good at their jobs. We felt free at times. We forgot where we were. Although many still dealt with the hopelessness, regret, and nostalgia of the past, we adapted over time. I'm writing this years after my discharge.
Names have been changed for privacy purposes, and some details changed and stretched for the sake of entertainment (^:
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