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More Boot Camp Bullshit
Tuesday, May 13th, 2003Eve points to a NY Times article on WWASP, a series of “behavior modification” teen bootcamps that employ uncanny Sembler-esque techniques (here’s a discussion board/support group for WWASP alumni).
Longtime readers of this site saw this coming. The Straight, Inc. lawsuits and the suits against boot camps that left a kid dead in the Arizona heat have caused propietors of these “tough love” camps to move them overseas, out of the reach of U.S. courts and regulators.
Still, I wonder: if the businessmen who run these gulags are based in Utah, aren’t they still subject to U.S. jurisdiction? Certainly they’d have assets in Utah, which could be accessed in a civil suit.
I’m a law school student who’s been assigned the task of writing a memo based on these schools; specifically Dundee Ranch, in a mock debate over becoming counsel for a parent of former students. There’s a lot of information out there but not a lot of cases to support the suit. I hope that the parents are able to prevail and prevent these kids from becoming psychos or suicides.
Early this year (2003) I vacationed in Jamaica. I had heard the stories and had spoken to some press that were investigating the issues. My curiosity was somewhat peaked, and since I was staying in Jamaica for about a week, I decided to hire a driver and see, for myself, what this facility looks like. My experience and the pictures I personally took of the facility are available for the asking. For those interested in an abridged version - - here it goes:
First and foremost, you must understand that this place is in the middle of nowhere. It’s a shock to travel Jamaica’s countryside to begin with, because driving in general is so dangerous, away from the resorts (I happened to be staying in Ocho Rios) and the poverty is omnipresent. The city (Treasure Beach) is as remote as it gets, and when you arrive and ask where Tranquility Bay is (or to it’s local folk the “Olde Warf Hotel”), you are outrightly lied to — they say they don’t know exactly where it is. Once you arrive in town, past the Motorcycle merchant, look for an old Jamaican (looks to be 300 or so) sitting on a rock, for it is at that dirt road you have to turn and follow a path about a half-mile long to the rather un-glorious “Tranquility Bay”.
My first awareness that I was in the right place, was that I saw 10 or 20 boys riding on the rim of an old Pick-up Truck in front of us. They all looked unkempt and the ride looked dangerous. They were allowed inside the gates (the children and the dilapidated truck) and I had the driver stop so I could take in this nightmare, that I had only previously read about or had seen by way of very unclear pictures on the internet.
It’s bad — the first thing that catches your eye is that all of the windows (99%) have been “boarded-up”. It hales from something out of a Hitchcock movie. The place has an odor and it is not pleasant at all. The beach could never be utilized because it looks as though the sewage is emptied on it regularly. If that’s not the case, then a blanket statement that the beach is in horrible and unusable condition for whatever reason is a completely fair assessment of the situation.
The place has guards; it’s ominously quiet (it was while I was there). Even if you did manage to escape, I don’t know where any of its “guests” would run to. The trip just to the main road (if you could call it that) would wind even the most fit athlete, and the townspeople are rumored to get rewards for turning run-a-ways in. Remember that many Jamaicans work for the facility and even if the reward does not exist, they have a stake in making sure the “guests” stay imprisoned.
Obviously, I could not go inside, but I snapped many pictures and they clearly illustrate, that the place is a broken-down second-rate motel from the past, and should have been leveled many years ago, and that any beauty that the structure or the beach on which it sits may have once possessed is gone. It’s a frightening site (and this is just from the outside). Notably, there is garbage in large cages outside the structure and I did have the feeling that something or someone, other than it’s intended contents, may be placed in there from time-to-time.
Interestingly, I was not approached, although I was taking pictures like crazy (and my presence was somewhat obvious).
Another important fact, for people to keep in mind, is that this “hell-hole” is hours from both Kingston and Montego Bay Airports — it’s a drive you will never forget and it runs upwards of $300 round-trip.
Truly, all of this is moot, because the Headmaster (and I use this reference loosely) has no credentials at all which justify his position of management over this facility. The parents are bad parents — plain and simple — for taking part in this plan. An inquiry about this program by any parent, by itself, should result in a parent being jailed with no due process for the rest of their life.
Eventually, the United States Government will have to deal with this mess — hopefully by invading Utah again — it is time for that (government intervention) — they have short memories from the last time (The Invasion of Utah.) Utah’s inhabitance (and others) need desperately to come to terms with the fact that troubled children are a part of normal life and that having them kidnapped by paid morons (mostly because the parents are too cowardly to do this themselves)and then surreptitiously smuggling their child/children off to a foreign country to be tortured indefinitely is contrary to the mores and values of a civilized society.
Do not send your kids to this place! It’s awful to look at, the manager is unqualified and all your doing is stuffing the bulging coffers of the nuts and religious fanatics that run these torture chambers.
Richard R. Titsch, III
New Jersey
Tranquility Bay BBS. Please stop by:
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yea umm i spent 18 months at DRA and it was the worst experience of my life. the way they treated me and my friends was in humane. i could go on and on about the things that went on but i wont. im trying to forget but i will never forgive. narvin is a scam artis. he always was cocerned about how thick his checkbook was, and didnt care about the well being of “students”. but thats all i have if you have any pictures of dundee please send them to me.
I completely agree that the US government must do something. My daughter was recently imprisoned at a school in Orem Utah, Provo Canyon School. She was restrained and drugged against her will. She was punished with seclusion, isolation, hours in a concrete closet called observation, drugged, provoked, ridiculed. All Civil Rights and Constitutional Rights were taken from her. She tried to escape and was jailed over the holidays, that is when we finally woke up and looked at other web sites. Ironically what she was telling us had happened to hundreds of other children in PCS and other mind control cult schools. We reported this all to the police - and they closed the case in one week. It was obvious that the local authorities, those who should be protecting children, aren’t for economic and political reasons. This is big business in UTAH. The parent companies of these hellish residential facilities are major contributers to political campaigns. So the Utah authorities turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to all the abuse. It is horrific. How can our government not intervene. How many children must die or loose their sanity? It’s hard to believe that this can occure in our advanced country. Forget about the abuse in Jamaica - it’s happening here in the USA. It does seem that the abuse is more grissly in the foreign countries. We have witnessed the very dark side of the psychological industry. This physical, emotional, spiritual and psychological abuse of our youth must STOP - public awareness must be heightened. Thank you for this forum. Helen TAylor RN JD - California.
I completely agree that the US government must do something. My daughter was recently imprisoned at a school in Orem Utah, Provo Canyon School. She was restrained and drugged against her will. She was punished with seclusion, isolation, hours in a concrete closet called observation, drugged, provoked, ridiculed. All Civil Rights and Constitutional Rights were taken from her. She tried to escape and was jailed over the holidays, that is when we finally woke up and looked at other web sites. Ironically what she was telling us had happened to hundreds of other children in PCS and other mind control cult schools. We reported this all to the police - and they closed the case in one week. It was obvious that the local authorities, those who should be protecting children, aren’t for economic and political reasons. This is big business in UTAH. The parent companies of these hellish residential facilities are major contributers to political campaigns. So the Utah authorities turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to all the abuse. It is horrific. How can our government not intervene. How many children must die or loose their sanity? It’s hard to believe that this can occure in our advanced country. Forget about the abuse in Jamaica - it’s happening here in the USA. It does seem that the abuse is more grissly in the foreign countries. We have witnessed the very dark side of the psychological industry. This physical, emotional, spiritual and psychological abuse of our youth must STOP - public awareness must be heightened. Thank you for this forum. Helen TAylor RN JD - California.
was at casa by the sea. affiliated with the wwasp program that owns the place in utah and the one in jamaica and the one in costa rica (dundee ranch) along with a few others.
You don’t know the half of it.
You think it looks bad from the outside, wait till you have to live through it?
Me, fifteen months, I was barely fourteen at the time. That constituted for a good percentage of my life I spent in that place.
Special ed now, too many fights, too many meds I snorted, I used to be in honors up till I got sent there?
Do you know what it feels like to know what you once were and you look at yourself now and all you see is a shell? Schitzophrenic tendencies, voices and noises that won’t let me sleep, doctors say its post traumatic stress disorder causing it. My father doesn’t believe anything that the doctors tell him, he’s indoctorinized in the program. I carried a switchblade on me because I told myself that I’d rather kill the escorts (they took me at 2:00am as I was reading in my room) then go back.
I really knew the knife was for me though, even through the fifteen months I knew I still was too Christian to go through with the act of harming anyone else. I knew that knife was for me, I carried around my means of sucide for weeks before my mom regained partial custody. Kinda depressing when you keep a means of ending your own life.
People try to commit suicide all the time, for stupid reasons like attention. Depressing though when you really want to live but you have a means of ending it to prevent something worse from happening. That would be being alive in a program. I don’t know what the hell to do with my life anymore. I remember when my teachers used to say how bright I was.
Now I’m barely a sophomore and I’m turning sixteen soon. I never even went to high school, never went to a high school class, I’m surprsied they let me stay a sophomore because accordingto the program I “went to schol” although I didn’t attend a single damn class. Algebra 1a this year, algebra 1b junior year, and by senior year I’ll be in geometry? I have to take my sats when I don’t even have geometry knowledge, I test on a ninth grade level because I was taken out of school in eigth grade.
The beatings were true. Restraining is true, although everyone always called it the more accurate name, slamming. Back then that is, all my friends are still there, its as if I never left. I have nightmares of people barging into my room and taking me like last time. My biggest fear is that I’ll wake up and be back in the program. And althogh I’ve been out for a few months, being out doesn’t feel anymore real. Its still not there.
I was never a bad person, I don’t remember what I did to do this. I was depressed, and tried to hurt myself. So they sent me there for fifteen months. I know if I kill myself now, while I’m still out, that I’ll never come back. And even if this is all a dream, if I end it all now, I won’t ever go back, ever. But then they say its just me being delusional again, I came in the program with depression. Left with a whole assortment of other things. I can’t sleep, but I gotta go to special ed tomorrow. I wake up late, because they don’t trust me on school campass before or after school because I’m not emotionally or mentally right of mind. My dad still loves the program, still wants to send me back, I can’t get imancipated either because I’m not right anymore.
And my dad knew, I told him what was happening. He just didn’t care. And I assume that’s what is up with the rest of the parents, they see us becoming less and less aware, and more and more indoctorinized and less independent. And the see us regress, mentally, till we’re like little children, and they cackle with joy.
I can’t sleep anymore.
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Provo Canyon School has a long history of abuse and deception. After rescuing my own child from that private prison I made a report of her abuse (covered with bruises from head to toe) and the abuse of others whose abuse was witnessed. It has been three months since I made this report to the top officials in the State of Utah - Ken Stettler the Director of the Department of Human Services (I did so because the police dropped it in a week) To date, none of the suspected abuse victims have been interviewed. How can this State investigate a report of child abuse without interviewing and or examining the suspected abuse victims? They can’t. It is obvioius to me now that the State of Utah ignors reports of abuse at the numerous problem teen programs operating in Utah. These children are sitting ducks for abuse because Utah allows these facilities to operate without governmental oversite or regulation. If you are a parent - think long and hard before sending your problem child to any youth program in Utah.
Provo Canyon School has a long history of abuse and deception. After rescuing my own child from that private prison I made a report of her abuse (covered with bruises from head to toe) and the abuse of others whose abuse was witnessed. It has been three months since I made this report to the top officials in the State of Utah - Ken Stettler the Director of the Department of Human Services (I did so because the police dropped it in a week) To date, none of the suspected abuse victims have been interviewed. How can this State investigate a report of child abuse without interviewing and or examining the suspected abuse victims? They can’t. It is obvioius to me now that the State of Utah ignors reports of abuse at the numerous problem teen programs operating in Utah. These children are sitting ducks for abuse because Utah allows these facilities to operate without governmental oversite or regulation. If you are a parent - think long and hard before sending your problem child to any youth program in Utah.
Although this is really painful to write, I am trying to get my message to as many people as I can. I was in a WWASPS facility for six months, and what took place there is something that no child should ever have to live through. My human, civil, and Constitutional rights were violated, and I was abused physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. So were my friends there at the school. Here is my story as I remember it to the best of my ability.
When I was 16, I was sent to Provo, Utah from a crisis center in Texas that recommended long term residential treatment for me. I had been the victim of rape, and consequently developed eating disorders, depression, suicidal tendencies, and a serious drug habit in response to the emotional turmoil I was in. I was running away from home often, but I was not in any sort of legal trouble. I had actually managed to do well in school despite being placed in numerous crisis treatment facilities for teens. Although I recieved professional care, my condition had not improved and my parents were terrified. When they contacted Provo Canyon they were told that if they wanted me to survive past age 16, I needed to be in a maximum lockdown facility that could give me the therapeutic support I needed in a secure environment. I suppose 500 pound magnetic locks are as secure as it gets. In late November 1999, I was put on a plane headed for Provo, Utah, to the Orem Campus. This facility happened to be only for girls, except that there was a small unit for prepubescent boys on the first floor. To my dismay upon my arrival, this place was nothing like the brochure! I was not even allowed to say good-bye to my mother who had come with me on the plane. She was not allowed to stay with me during the admittance process. I assume that the facility considered me to be high-risk and dangerous to their program from the beginning, since I had tried to run from the airport as I was being brought in. I assumed that this was the reason I was never allowed to communicate with my family without supervision.
My phone calls were closely monitored, and even the slightest mention of wanting to go home warranted the call being cut short. When my parents asked why I was not allowed to continue the phone call, they were told that “problem teens often beg to return home because they want their families to feel sorry for them, and they don’t want to be helped.” My letters to my family and friends were read in case they included “escape plans,” and any attempts to reveal to my parents what was really going on, or express my desire to return home were severely punished. During the long tedious hours at the school I had written in a journal many poems dealing with being raped, and these were read publicly and then tossed into a trashcan for being “inappropriate.” I was punished for writing them. I began another journal, this time written entirely in French. This journal was taken to a teacher who could read the language, and was also deemed “inappropriate.” It was confiscated as well.
Needless to say, I was proving to be a lot more difficult to brainwash than most girls because I refused to follow the rules which seemed cruel and over the top to me. The majority of the staff were prone to treating me with even more disdain and contempt than usual, and I was constantly verbally abused and humiliated in front of the other girls, sometimes by the other girls with staff’s permission. I was always being put in isolation, called “Observation,” for being defiant. Sometimes physical force, restraints, or a dose of Haldol or Thorazine was used. “Observation” was a room with concrete walls and a cold concrete floor. On several occasions I was put in this room in the dead of winter wearing nothing but a T-shirt and pants, and left there for hours, or sometimes over 24 hours.
As another punishment, I was made to sleep on a broken metal cot in a brightly lit hallway for months on end on the “Investment Unit.” I was also put on a special diet for my eating disorders, which included punishment unless I finished all of my food. I was closely watched as I used the toilet or showered, and ridiculed by staff members who were annoyed that they had to watch me so closely. My reading materials were confiscated on a regular basis. My privileges to attend meals and go to school were taken away on the “Investment” unit. On Sundays, anyone who did not attend church had to sit in a room quietly and do homework or stare at the walls. I attended the Mormon services once, and decided that I would rather stare at a wall than participate in the service. I was not allowed to speak of or write about my religion of choice (I was a practicing Wiccan at the time). When I drew images related to it I was publicly ridiculed and punished, and the event was used against me in my treatment.
I was forced to clean rooms of the facility daily, and if the standards (which were impossibly high) were not met, there was strict punishment in order. My therapeutic needs were not being met at all, in fact I felt as if I was regressing and struggling with issues that were not being addressed, even when I requested therapy or suggested that I was struggling with these issues. My therapist, Jennifer Wooley, was not even aware of my post traumatic stress disorder, and actually asked me what PTSD was. Once a month I would attend “treatment plan meetings” where I would be put into a room with many hateful adults (psychiatrists, therapists, and staff members), most of which had no direct dealings with me whatsoever. They would character assassinate me and berate me until I was in tears. They told me that since I was not improving, they didn’t know when I would be going home, but it wouldn’t be soon. I wonder why I wasn’t improving?
At Provo Canyon School one of the many punishments used involved being made to sit in a chair for most of the day to “serve off points” which were given as punishment. In order to use the restroom or get a drink of water, I would have to wait with my hand in the air until a staff member decided to call on me. Sometimes I would be waiting for hours. “Serving off points” would last all evening on a school night, or all day on a weekend. No recreational reading was allowed, only homework. If I ran out of homework, I was to face the wall or sit quietly without moving, or my “points” would be lost for the hour. At one time, I had thousands of points to serve off. Some staff members who disliked me would take away my points for no reason at all. Sometimes as a punishment I was made to face a wall, sitting perfectly still, and was left waiting for hours until an overworked and sadistic staff member felt like letting me move.
As for my psychiatric treatment, Robert Crist happened to be my “psychiatrist” (I use the term loosely), and although I pleaded with him to take me off of the medications I was on, he proceeded to prescribe more. I remember being given up to seven medications at once. One medication he described as being used specifically for schizophrenia. I have never in my life been diagnosed with schizophrenia. Even though I claimed that the medicines made me physically ill and I could no longer concentrate or think clearly, I was told that I needed them. I was not given a choice to take these medications, they were given to me and my mouth was checked, or I was given punishment or more time in “Observation” for refusing the medications.
I was also witness to the abuse of other children. I watched in horror as many seriously disturbed and mentally fragile girls were taken down forcefully by five or more adult staff members (this was called a “dial 9″) and given injections because they were “out of control.” Not once did any of these girls do anything so severe as to deserve this brutal treatment. One of my own experiences particularly stands out in my memory. I was suffering a post-traumatic stress disorder flashback which had reduced me to cowering in a hallway sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. Instead of being treated with compassion and concern, I was injected with a large amount of either Haldol or Thorazine (both of which I had been inappropriately given before in similar situations, none of which involved me being a threat to others or myself) and left in “Observation” all night as I cried for help. The staff members involved in this situation were strangers, members of the night staff who were untrained and unaware of my condition.
The policies and punishments at Provo Canyon School were often quite sadistic and unnecessary. I witnessed girls who had been at Provo for years finally learn to complete each mundane task they were given perfectly and reach “Advanced Unit Status.” Then, for something as simple as not making a bed properly, they would be dropped down to the punishment unit (which I was always living on) and told that although they were scheduled to leave in a few weeks, they would in fact be staying for much longer since they had broken the rules. Then their parents were contacted and told that the girls had “relapsed” and could not return home just yet. Their failures were publicly announced and they were humiliated in front of the entire school.
During my six month stay at PCS after months of fighting against the system, I realized that in order to leave this place, I was going to have to stop rebelling and pretend to toe the line. I made it to a Unit where I was allowed outside privileges. After I was told that even though I was now following the strict order of the school, I was still going to be staying for another six months, I decided that I was going to run. Sometime in late May 2000, after months of not breathing one bit of fresh air (my outdoor privileges were restricted as a punishment from the beginning), I was finally allowed to go outside. The staff was not paying attention to me as I walked around the property, scoping it all out. I found a flimsy plastic fence on one side of the property, and in seconds I had dug a hole and crawled underneath it until was on the other side of it, tumbling down a cliff into a muddy ravine. From there I made it to the highway. I had hitched a ride and I was halfway to Las Vegas on a truck before anyone noticed I was gone.
It was hours and hours before my parents were contacted. Provo Canyon provided no explanation or apology to them, and also gave the police an inaccurate physical description for me. I did not return home to my family for three more months after I escaped, because I was sure that they would only send me back to Provo. The school had informed me that if I ever escaped, they would bring me back, strip search me and place me in “Observation.” They told me that they would press charges and send me to jail.
Upon returning home, I learned that my personal belongings had been carelessly thrown in a box and shipped to my grieving mother (who thought I might be dead) without any warning or condolences. Provo had refused to compensate my family for my escape. To make matters worse they also tried to bill my parents for the month in which I disappeared. Of course, my parents were nothing but relieved that I came home to them alive, and furious when I told them as many details about my treatment at the school as I was able to without breaking down. They attempted to prosecute, but no one was interested in the case. They tried to contact the authorities, but nothing came of it.
My suspicion is that Provo Canyon School keeps their “students” there for long periods of time in order to extract as much money as possible from their families. My family was paying them 6,000 dollars a month. They robbed my family, and consequently my parents did not have the financial means of pursuing any other legal action at the time. This is all in my past now, but I am haunted by the fact that as I type, thousands of children are sitting in Provo or some other program scared and alone, wondering what they ever did to deserve the abuse they are suffering through. They are being brainwashed to believe that it is for their own good, and that they are being punished for something. Some of them may die as a result from severe abuse. Their families are being mislead into believing these places are therapeutic, when in fact they are correctional facilities designed to coerce them into submission. This angers me to no end, and something has to be done.
I am now 21 years old with a daughter of my own, and I feel it is definitely time for this school to be shut down before any more teens are harmed — mind, body or spirit. These children are hurting, like I was, and they need compassion, warmth, and kindness. Not harassment and “behavior modification.” I am on a mission to close these facilities and put the corporate fat cats who profit from abusing children behind bars.
i attended tranquility bay for a year and a half, if u havent attended the school you dont understand what the students go through.
My son, 17, was taken to Casa by the Sea by his dad & stepmom (dad has custody) w/out telling me until the day after he was signed in there. I’m worried sick, and have read all these horror stories.
My son will be 18 in 7 months, but he’ll be stuck in Mexico (his dad is in San Diego, CA, but I’ll be in MA!)
during and past his b’day.
Is there anything I can do? I think his dad will buy into all the school’s propaganda. You should read the email he sent me informing me of where my son is and why. It sounds like memorized boilerplate material from a brochure. His dad & I can’t get along at all, never have, so I can’t talk to him about this.
Can anyone offer me suggestions on what to do in my position? Or is my son just stuck there with no help?
Anita
My granddaughter was taken to Casa (puke) by the Sea on May 24th of this year. I’ve worn myself out with worry, calling people, trying to get info on this place and wwasp (puke again) into the hands of my daughter her mother. Now all my children are mad at me. I used to do drugs so the reason I’m doing all this is because I must be still on them and I’m freaking out. I’ve been ostrasized from the family. What I think about the situation is that there are more of us then them. It’s time to protest and be heard. this is discrimination. Our kids have been raped of their Constitutional Rights and everything else. If you live in the Bakersfield Ca area please e-mail me Jo Williams address is autumn@gbncentral.com
thanx
When I read the testimonies of the parents and children in your article, I had flashbacks of a all female Texas Youth Commission that I used to work at. My motive to be employed there was to save the children mentally, show them motherly love.
These type of place are “infested” with employed sexual predators that prey upon these children. I was literally dismayed at all it took was someone to fill out an application, pass a criminal background check, drug test of course, and you’re hired. No feelings for the kids whatsoever. These type of places “youth programs for residential treatment” are a joke. I realized there I could not save the world, but did what I could in any loving way that I could. You would be surprised at the communication skills “none” that the majority of the employees have. Children that come from abusive homes act abusive and when an employee is verbally abusive for no reason, really shouldn’t for any reason, the girls would go crazy and think, why was I born to embrace such torment. Well, a riot would start if someone was being mistreated and got no fair justice from the supervisor. The caseworkers were lazy, if we could keep them. Also, at these type of facilities, job turnover was every month. The girls’ trust in anybody would go downhill. The girls would have their favorites, the very few employees that loved them. But also, the girls knew the “crooked” employees that they could use and when they turned on them, (in order to look like they were doing their job) the “crooks” would be reported.
I myself would get singled out, along with a few if we appeared “pure”, wanting to love on the kids. I witnessed several “and reported it”, instances where the employees, male and female would sexually harass the female inmates.
Well, it took me three interviews to get in. All the while, employees were being taken to emergency room and the girls. Did I really want to get into this? Yes, the Lord had commissioned me. I enjoyed the challenge. It’s made me number 1 parent in my household, because it kept me close to my children and a lot of open communication because I do not want them to wind up in one of those”preying hell holes!”
I also remember divorce rate for the employees,(if they weren’t lesbians)would increase. The wives had to stay overtime almost 4-5 days out of a week because of being “emergency-manned” because again of the job turnover and if you was a mother employed, sooner or later would be having trouble out of your kids at home.
Well, I got enough of this. I called up the Prayer Warriors and got this place closed down. They didn’t know what hit ‘em! The joy I got out of it all was I was able to introduce Jesus Christ, eventually voted the Volunteer Religious Coordinator, after a test trial by others to see that I was “REAL” and “For the Kids Welfare”.
Now, I’ve opened up a counseling center to minister, console and counsel ages seventeen and up to help women uproot their past “bad seeds” that Satan had strategically imbedded within their soul to cause them to fail. My mission is to help these young women break the generation curse so that their kids won’t wind up tormented.
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I am a graduate of a WWASP program, and I have yet to hear a horror story about thesse places that is actually true. The program saved my life. I urge people who have no personal experience of these programs to take a step back and consider the people making these allegations. The majority of kids who get sent to these programs not only have drug problems, but also with a whol host of self destructive behaviors, including compulsive lying. I cannot say what went on in other programs, but I have read horror stories written by students who I knew, students who were there at the same time that I was. And I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that these accusations are false. Consider the sources.
Many supporters of WWASP programs (who often have financial gain) call students who claim there is abuse manipulative liars who are only trying to get out of the program. Well I have been out of the program for over 8 years now and I will still say it loud and clear WWASP FACILITIES ARE ABUSIVE!