|Posted by Roland R. Hansen on June 20, 2020 at 3:40 AM|
This testimony was found on Reddit (source)
I went to Moonridge Academy and it was traumatizing
A couple years ago, I went to a treatment center because I was depressed and not doing school work. My parents thought being around specialists and supportive staff would give me the coping skills I needed to be a functioning person. It backfired, majorly.
When I first got there, they searched my bag, which is understandable, and made me strip off all my clothes in a bathroom. It was humiliating. They wrote down every bruise, scrape, and scar on my body. It took half an hour.
My first night, I had a panic attack. Instead of giving me space like I requested, an adult insisted on sitting next to me. The proximity to a stranger made me feel unsafe. When I expressed as much, I was told I would hurt myself if I was left alone. As someone who had been clean from self-harm for months, this felt like a slap in the face. I was hyperventilating, sobbing, rocking back and forth, and all I was asking for was a little distance.
Instead of helping me learn the rules when I asked questions, a staff member took my diary when I asked a question during "no-talk", a silent time for students to study. When I apologized and tried to politely explain that I was just trying to understand what was going on, this staff member said she wouldn't give me diary back for two weeks. At the time, journaling and drawing were my only healthy coping skills. When I explained this and asked for the journal ban to be reduced to one week instead of two, she laughed at me.
When a pencil was found in the middle of the room I shared with four other students, all five of us were forced to do school work with crayons. When our homework was illegible, we had to redo it all. It was tedious and humiliating.
Throughout the ten months I was there, I was constantly manipulated and borderline emotionally abused by multiple staff members. It was bad enough that my therapist had me fill out a form on her computer stating one of the incidents, where a staff swore at me for not walking fast enough for her liking. I had to lie my way through the program because when I said I wanted to go to a different treatment center to get the help I needed, I was told I "wasn't progressing" and I was "making adults concerned".
Even years later, I still wake up drenched in sweat, afraid that I will be sent back despite my parents admitting it was the worst mistake they have ever made.
Parents who are considering sending their child to Moonridge Academy, please look at different residential or outpatient centers. That place acts entirely different when parents arrive. It felt like a lie. Please, don't send your child there.