I went during the 80's for about 2 months. The head supervisor-a lady I cant recall her name...she had a teenage daughter. She slammed me up against the wall in front of everyone and told me " I would never become anything in this world but a piece of shit".
I had gotten out of the S.O. and my mom made an arrangement that I was to go to a Scientology school at least. So I had to go there..Sorry I never learned a darn thing there and mostly played outside.
By the way, I'm glad the way I turned out.
I went during the 80's for about 2 months. The head supervisor-a lady I cant recall her name...she had a teenage daughter. She slammed me up against the wall in front of everyone and told me " I would never become anything in this world but a piece of shit".
I had gotten out of the S.O. and my mom made an arrangement that I was to go to a Scientology school at least. So I had to go there..Sorry I never learned a darn thing there and mostly played outside.
By the way, I'm glad the way I turned out.
Hi Pinmeup,
Were you at the Ranch in the CA desert? I know how cold the winters are up there. Sometimes it snow's. I am sorry that you were treated in that manner. Who placed you there?
After leaving staff I moved out to Palmdale and I heard that the "Ranch" for out of control kids was out there someplace but I never knew where exactly. This was the mid 1980's.
Prior to that I did hear of Mace-Kingsley, and someone named Debbie Mace.
As a pre-schooler, my daughter attended Peggy Patricks school out in the northern San Fernando Valley when she was first getting it off the ground. It was a nice environment for kids. It made me realize though that Scn kids were too sheltered from the outside world and that these kids were not learning how to interact with the outside. I felt this applied science should be used in the world not contained in a bubble and I put my kids in public school. I have no regrets.
Jen
I can tell you loads. I rode the MK Ranch into the ground. I even cried as my friends were slowly picked off by child services; I was deep. I've got the whole story all the way to the end; a dispersion of the remaining children to various cooperative residences of hiding in Albuquerque, orchestrated by the local org.
But, are you listening? And can you help me find my friends?