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This Is Paris" convinced me to share the story of my time at Spring Creek Lodge Academy (SCLA) in Montana from 2008-2009. It hit me hard when Paris talked about her insomnia and being afraid to close her eyes. I was seventeen when I was abducted in the middle of the night and I lived there for 14 months. I woke up to seven cops, two large "transporters," and my mom charging inside to take ...

My name is Cat and I am on the autism spectrum. After wilderness, I was sent to Eva Carlston for depression and trauma therapy. Ironic that this place gave me PTSD. I was sent here against my will. I am very intelligent, and the staff knew that. However, I was punished for not being able to make eye contact, not understanding social cues, and not being able to function with the bright lights and loud ...

Sorry for the Intrusion - By Sara My name is Sara. I was 15 years old when my mother woke me up around 3 am. It was February 1996. My mother was crying. She said I had to get up. There were 2 people in my room. They said I had a choice to do this the easy way or hard way and showed me handcuffs. I had no idea what was happening. In silence, ...

I was seventeen when the escorts barged into my bedroom, which is older than most kids are when that happens. It was the second day of February in the year two thousand. Most kids that are greeted by two strangers sporting handcuffs in their bedroom are pretty traumatized by the event, but honestly, in that moment, I was relieved. My brother had been sent away like this years earlier and graduated from his program. I ...

I attended the Hyde School - Woodstock campus (which is now shut down) but their other campuses are still functioning and furthering the abuse. While I was at Hyde, we were deprived of food and sleep. We were put in rooms with the windows locked at full capacity with the heating turned up as interrogation tactics at times. I have been made to do army crawls and other physical drills as a means of punishment ...

My name is Ollie and this is my story. When I was 13, I went into treatment. While I was there, I had a lot of negative experiences. Most of this took place at Elevations RTC. Elevations was a very abusive place - not physically, but mentally. A lot of the staff would abuse their power and allow bullying to happen. I was bullied and sexually assaulted during my time there. When I told the ...

On May 4th 2009, I was woken up to three strangers standing above me, telling me to undress in front of them and that they were taking me to a school in Utah. I will never forget being absolutely terrified and having no idea what was going on. My mom stood in the hallway and didn't say a word. They drove me 13 hours to another state and city I had never been to. I ...

In 2005, at the age of 17, I was locked up in a facility that advertised itself as a "therapeutic boarding school for troubled teen girls" without committing a crime, without a trial, and without a definite sentence. Officially, I was there for being sexually abused by my dad and stepmom. I was denied all access to the outside world. I was allowed mail from my mother, which was read. If I said anything bad ...

I was sixteen years old when I was sent to Evangelhouse Christian Academy. I had been in and out of hospitals and treatment centers for the prior 3 years. A month before I was sent away, I had been raped by my girlfriend, attempted suicide, and relapsed hard with my anorexia. A doctor gave me a choice: go back to the inpatient eating disorder clinic for the third time or find a long-term residential facility. ...

By the age of 15, I had already experienced my fair share of trauma. My parents had tried everything: therapy, medications, and outpatient rehabs. Eventually, they went to a consultant specializing in institutions for troubled teens. My parents explained to me that I would be going to a boarding school in Dahlonega, Georgia called Hidden Lake Academy. I remember not being too happy about it but my mom made it seem like a nice and ...

I was 13 when I was sexually assaulted by a man in his 40s after he groomed me on the internet and got my address. I was interviewed by police several times, rape tested, and forced into therapy sessions that I did not want. I went mute with both my parents and therapist and became depressed. My parents realized I was anorexic and did not know how to help. After getting suspended from middle school ...

When I was 12 years old, I was taken by strangers to Spring Creek Lodge Academy in Thompson Falls, MT. Upon arrival, I was stripped of all of my belongings, including what I was wearing. I was stripped of my dignity and civil rights. I was taken to a cabin where I'd be staying. I'm told that the other girls inside are my new "family." Our family name was Innocence - I was stripped of ...

I was born in Russia and was adopted by a single mother who became sick with stage 3 ovarian cancer when I was 4 years old. She passed away when I was 12. After she died, I because extremely depressed and was self-harming intensely. I went to 4 different psych hospitals in California approximately 12 times in a single year. eventually, I became so unsafe that I could not go to school so my school ...

With large-scale data collection and global research collaboration, we highlight the irrefutable harm of existing practices and lead and support research into the activities, proliferation, and long-term effects of TTI facilities.

In collaboration with healthcare professionals worldwide, we educate the public about the deep roots of abuse, neglect, and coercion throughout the TTI. We work to prevent future placements and encourage evidence-based community treatments that strengthen and empower youth and their families.

Breaking Code Silence supports lawyers, policy makers, and other professionals in identifying programs with extensive histories of abuse. Our robust facility reports show patterns of abuse and have aided multiple attorneys in successfully rescuing numerous children from TTI facilities based on our compiled claims of abuse.

Breaking Code Silence led the effort to write the Accountability for Congregate Care Act. The passage of this Act will create a uniform Youth in Congregate Care Bill of Rights for all youth in congregate care, regardless of which public or private pipeline through which they entered the facility.

This Bill of Rights will create a standard for the ACCA Joint Commission to advise on reduction of congregate care placement and consult with states on the closure of facilities that are unable to meet standards within the Youth in Congregate Care Bill of Rights.

My name is Cat and I am on the autism spectrum. After wilderness, I was sent to Eva Carlston for depression and trauma therapy. Ironic that this place gave me PTSD. I was sent here against my will. I am very intelligent, and the staff knew that. However, I was punished for not being able to make eye contact

These are exciting, potentially paradigm-shifting times! Against long odds, BCS has managed to capture the attention space, flip the narrative, and garner sympathy for the plight of institutionalized children and youth in the United States. It seems clear that the punitive tactics and abuses perpetrated by the TTI are out of step with contemporary sensibilities and practices in adolescent mental health. Policymakers, academics, clinicians, and child advocates actively reach out to BCS and view our survivor-led organization as a source of expert knowledge and seek to include our perspectives in reform efforts. We have been presented with an incredibly fortuitous political opening and opportunity to make substantial, durable, structural changes and potentially transform the lives of present and future generations of children and youth in the United States.

With the thousands of survivors breaking code silence and sharing their stories, there are common narratives. Lifetime produced a film that reflects much of what survivors experienced. This film has been well received by the survivor community. Read about survivor reactions from our blog .

The title refers to the timing of Munday's admittance to a Toronto psychiatric ward - nine days after her daughter was born. With startling honesty and vulnerability, Munday details her journey in unvarnished terms (including eighteen days in the ward). Few social identities come with more expectation and baggage than motherhood, and Day Nine is a stigma-busting, beautifully written record of what is so often suffered in silence.

It feels like things are improving here. We have regular ongoing support from family and friends. Maybe I just needed a little bit of time to rest. Maybe all I needed were those few hours of broken sleep.

Nine days after the birth of her daughter, Amanda was involuntarily admitted to a Toronto psychiatric ward for postpartum depression (PPD). The typical hold-and-release process in Ontario is seventy-two hours. She stayed eighteen days.

The pandemic changed that. I watched how people were forced into isolation, cut off from their support systems, told to stay home and stay away from one another. I knew firsthand the impact this can have on a person. I had already been there and back.

Then, in 2017, my emotional downward spiral began. I made two major decisions: I filed for divorce after more than 15 years of marriage and signed off at WCVB, the place that had shaped my career since 2001. Soon after, I took a job at NBC Boston. I knew upending these two mainstays in my life would be a dramatic change, but I had no idea just how much of one.

When my doctor first prescribed Xanax for my anxiety, I was unsure how it would affect me. Turns out, it made me sleepy, and that was the greatest gift I could have received. Taking Xanax soon became the only way I could rest.

Over time, I naturally built up a tolerance. At first, it was just one or two pills more than prescribed. Eventually, I just stopped counting. A few more? A handful? Whatever it took to silence the negativity in my head so I could sleep long enough to have the strength to get through the next day.

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