Jewel,
True enough and I have related some stories and a lot of others are unsaid.
As for me, I still hurt, but I have moved on with my life.
That's not to say that the pictures do not revive the memories 'cause they do, it just takes effort, a lot of effort, to suppress those memories which I do not care to relive.
Does that mean I forgot them?
No, I will never forget them, I just choose not to relive them.
All of us kids who were there was hurt, others more so then others.
The kids who lived on Ward E was more abused then those on other Wards because of the staff that worked on Ward E.
Willie was working on Ward D when I was there, so was Jack and Jack was a hard ass who got his kicks out of restraining kids and smashing their faces into the floor after the staff already had the kid under control.
It did make a difference as to what Ward a child was placed on.
Gaebler School Girl,
I am NOT trying to make that place sound like a vacation.
Because you never got to go outside or go into town does not mean it didn't happen.
You have to remember that when I was there Mr. Heathwood ran the place, and unlike other people Mr. Heathwood allowed such trips.
You rant and rave about this place as though only you was hurt.
Everyone of us was hurt, but I related other things instead of the bad things, living one nightmare is enough, re-living it is even worse.
I still hurt seeing these pictures, but I moved on with my life.
And if you read the comments you will find that another person remembers the trips I talked about.
Looks like a regular friday afternoon at the off when everyone has left for the weekend and the cleaners haven't gotten to that area yet...but it does remind you of something out of a stephen king novel very erie in it's calmness like a moment lost in time or forgot...and yes I do security and I've seen those chairs at some buildings I've worked at very erie indeed
Hi Jewel.
Not too sure how many would like to relive those nightmares.
I recount some things and others, well, just left unsaid I guess.
When I was there in 1971 or 1972 I was placed there by my father because he didn't know what else to do with me.
Like most children I was hyper-active and parents really didn't understand that.
So as a result of that I became a ward of the state, and those memories are left buried.
True enough and I have related some stories and a lot of others are unsaid.
As for me, I still hurt, but I have moved on with my life.
That's not to say that the pictures do not revive the memories 'cause they do, it just takes effort, a lot of effort, to suppress those memories which I do not care to relive.
Does that mean I forgot them?
No, I will never forget them, I just choose not to relive them.
All of us kids who were there was hurt, others more so then others.
The kids who lived on Ward E was more abused then those on other Wards because of the staff that worked on Ward E.
Willie was working on Ward D when I was there, so was Jack and Jack was a hard ass who got his kicks out of restraining kids and smashing their faces into the floor after the staff already had the kid under control.
It did make a difference as to what Ward a child was placed on.