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Anne's Story - You Are Not Alone & Where to Turn
Date Posted: Wed, May 31 2000
I'd be happy to talk with anyone about this situation or anything
I've been through it all, and survived.
Two and half years ago I was taken from my home at 4am, by two
put into a car with safety locks, flown into Missouri and left at
Park Baptist Boarding Academy.I was told that if I didn't want to go it
too bad, I WAS going no matter if I was in handcuffs or not. I was
from school, my life, everything that was important to me because my
and I didn't get along. My mom had had enough.
I stayed at Mountain Park for one month. During that time I was
alone. I had a girl named Shannon who followed me within an arms-length
all times. I couldn't talk to most of the girls because I was new and I
"posed a threat" to the other residents. I couldn't call anyone, my mom
only allowed to write me and call me after two weeks of living there.
the worst two weeks of my life. I had no idea what I was in for.
After I talked to my mom for the first time I told her that I had
girl who was beaten up by being paddled, she had bruises all over her
She treated it like a joke, that it couldn't happen with such "loving"
running the school. Little did she know that only a month before my
at this wonderful school, a boy was brutally murdered, his skull
rocks and neck cut with a knife (given by one of the "wonderful"
I was told that I wasn't good enough, that I had ruined my parents
and how I must feel bad how my poor parents still had to walk past my
every day and think about how evil I was. I cried every night, I
or sleep. I kept a picture of my family on my desk until a worker
that I looked at my family too much and that I was being a baby. She
picture away and told me that the next time I cried over my family that
would be wearing a pacifier and sitting on a stool wherever I went.
The only way I could communicate with any other girls was if I
them through the shower drain. There was only one girl who would talk
and we would cry through the drain, promising each other that if one of
got out first we would get the other one out too.
Due to the fact that I never got out, the artificial light made my
greenish. I lost a lot of weight and started to throw up blood because
so stressed out. I started bleeding from other orafices of my body and
my mom called she told me to show someone else. I told (and showed) it
of the workers and she told me that it was "all in my head" and I
"knock it off".
I couldn't write anything but things from the Bible. I was told to
about my family and friends. I thought I would be there until I was 18,
least until I could run away. Then the CPS came in to investigate the
since the murder of the young boy had caused some wonder (you think?!).
before the CPS had came, a doctor had come on-site to "check up" on
girls. Obviously the school knew they were coming. They immediately saw
and asked me what was wrong. I told them everything that had happened
while I was there, how I was getting more and more sick and no one
me. About four hours later I was removed from the home, placed into a
home, and I was scared shitless of what would happen to me. I didn't
I would go back, but I would rather have died right then than to gone
a place where I would have died eventually.
I called my mom and she was furious. Needless to say, she blamed me
everything. I felt unwanted, abused, really hurt, and unloved. I wanted
kill myself at that point. That night I called my aunt and she said
had brought charges against my mom for having me kidnapped. She said
things would be better and I'd be safe soon. I wish it was the truth.
A suit was brought against the school for eight counts of medical
neglect. The last I know is that the files are sealed and the school is
This has seperated my whole family. My parents seperated, no one
each other anymore. I was always the good kid, I had a 3.5 throughout
school and wanted to be a doctor. I didn't do bad things. I feel like I
didn't deserve this. And I feel that no one else deserves it. I still
nightmares about it, and for the first year of being back I slept with
door locked and shoes on. I am still paranoid that I might be taken
again. Currently I am a student at San Diego State University in
pre-med. I am almost 19. It makes me sick to think that other kids have
endure what I went through.
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