I had a friend “sent” to something like this.
His dad paid a private company to cosplay as cops, “catch” his son with weed paraphanalia, and then shipped him off in the middle of nowhere to be surrounded by… people with way worse drug problems than him that taught him a bunch of bad shit and how to get a hold of far worse drugs.
Anyway, these facilities are absolutely fucked up, and it doesn’t matter who you are if you get sent to one, you’re going to be living with trauma.
Sorry to all the fucking assholes who decided this story didn’t matter because of three fucking words at the beginning of the article. Grow the fuck up. Plenty of poor ass people end up in these facilities, too. A conservative parent who wants to abuse their child will spend money they don’t even fucking have to do it. My friends’ dad went into debt for this chicanery. Also, just because they’re a shitty rich kid doesn’t mean they deserve it.
Be fucking better, Lemmy.
Oh, it’s my turn.
Fucking hell.
A lot of thought and logistics go into those hell holes.
It’s kind of amazing how it all seems to have started with some cult in the 50s.
I’m not trying to sound “actually”, abusive cults were around before the 1950s.
None of them are standalone or limited edition.
Synanon in particular seems to come up quite a lot in and around the troubled teen industry.
Though I’m admittedly not an expert in any of this.
