Quick links to our firsthand accounts of made public thus far. Please click the hyperlinked excerpts to read the complete text.
Katrina
I was locked in bare rooms for days at a time, starved, forced to sleep in a shower stall, wrapped head to toe in sheets and sat on, thrown in showers fully clothed and sprayed in the face with cold water, accused of molesting children, accused of beating children, accused of trying to kill children, exorcised (yes, exorcised by two priests), and countless other crazy things that these people thought were “therapy.”
(Part One)
There were two men there, holding bibles, and she told me they were there to get the demons out of me. I felt rather silly sitting there on the couch while these men shouted Bible verses and yelled at the supposed demons in my face. Looking back, I am rather grateful that these men were from the church and not the therapy circle for I’m sure things would have been a lot worse if they had.
(Part Two)
W.R.
“Personal comfort is not an issue, it doesn’t even enter your mind anymore. These people can kill you, they’ve come very close to doing so and they’ve made it abundantly clear that you have no power. They say that because you were an orphan, you are not like other kids and you are going to grow up to kill people…”
Kate
“Everyone in the room was helping to hurt me, and like a rapist, they told me when I just stopped fighting and took it like a good girl, everything would be okay…”
Renee
“…the blanket stayed over my face, and I couldn’t breathe. I was so hot, I was sweating. I was begging them to take the blanket off my face… someone or more than one was holding this pillow over my face. This wasn’t like the blanket smothering, this was someone forcefully holding a pillow over my face… My whole body was convulsing. They were trying to kill me… there was no air, no air at all… I saw stars, I urinated and saw black…”
Mia
“It just went on for hours…I would say I needed [a bathroom break], or that I couldn’t breathe. According to them I was just making excuses to get away.”
(Part One)
“We had to sit down on the floor cross-legged in the corner if we weren’t doing anything…raise our hand if we wanted to talk, always call them Mom and Dad. They treated me and other kids like their own personal slaves. We had to clean their house from top to bottom, pick up their dog’s poop in the backyard by hand with one paper towel…I had to paint their whole fence myself one time, but I liked that cause it was one of the few times they left me alone…”
(Part Two)
Gravelle
“They knew the cages were wrong because they made sure that we never told anyone… Then we had to explain that since we’ve been homeschooled that we’ve had “no” contact with any one but our therapists, nor were we allowed. I spent the most important years of my life being commanded like a dog being told when to eat, when to sleep, when to go to the bathroom, when to get a drink of water…”
Ginger
“I tried to get out of this stranglehold after a while… In the beginning I just tried to get out and then I started to scream, because I just wanted to get out, but nobody came to help me and it didn’t get any better by struggling, but rather got worse and it didn’t stop. I could resist as much as I wanted. I could try and try again to move. If I was able to move my arm a little, this freedom of movement was also taken from me until I just stopped moving at all…”
