My name is Dominic. I was institutionalized into t...
My name is Dominic. I was institutionalized into the adolescent long term program. Going in, I believed that I was there to get help, that I would be taken care of not only physically, but mentally.
I was horridly wrong.
The things I witnessed in my 4-5 months of being there still have an effect on me two years later.
I was reduced to an effeminate, hopeless, psychologically shattered boy.
I witnessed my closest friend being dragged from the female side to the male side where they keep the isolation room, dropped like a rag doll onto the cold cement floor as she was crying for someone to help her. I came to her aid and held her, consoling her, just trying to calm her to a point of sanity. But before I could even come close to that point, I was lifted by a "man" named Russel, and set against the floor and told not to move. I could hear her screams and weeping feet away, but I could do nothing. Still, 2 years later, I wake from cold sweat nightmares of this hell. I think of the children who are there, experiencing what I experienced. This place has left an ugly, deep scar that will never heal.
This place is a horrifying facade, looking beautiful and welcoming on the outside with the smiling faces and promising words. But once you leave your child to be locked away in this "place of recovery" and return home, you will soon regret your actions.
The phone calls you get from your children will be full of crying and sorrowful words. Begging to be let out. Begging for their parents to save them.
Please, if you seek to find help for your child, this is not the place you seek. I beg you. For the sake of you and your child's future and health, Don't take them here.