Writing Goals Accountability

We sat down to dinner, enchiladas again for the second time in a month. I was just thankful I had finally lost enough weight for them to be satisfied and be allowed to eat regular meals again. Two months of plain chicken breast and dry brown rice got old, very fast.

Lizzy came and sat next to me, and started eating rather quickly. I focused on my meal, not really wanting to converse with anyone. Just enjoying the taste of real food for once. Lizzy finished her meal quickly and drank half a glass of water. I wasn’t really paying attention to her, my mind was wondering to my session I had coming up with Kevin.

I heard a gagging sound and looked over at Lizzy. She had thrown up a small amount of food back onto her plate. Christina who was sitting across from me said “Eww gross, no one wants to see that”

Lizzy flushed red in the face and muttered an apology. She went to get up from the table. Chris stopped her. “Clear your plate.” She said unrelentingly.

Lizzy stopped and the color drained from her face.

“Chris I am done, I just got a little sick…” Her voice trailed off

“I don’t care about your excuses. No one leaves without an empty plate.” She said

Lizzy sat back down with a blank expression on her face, tears welling up in her eyes. Slowly picked up a fork and began to try and clear her plate.

I had to look away, it was too intense to watch. Hatred for Chris boiled up in my stomach. How could she be so heartless? She liked seeing us suffer. She took any opportunity to treat us poorly.

I cleared my plate and got up to help clean up. I glanced at Lizzy who was staring at her plate, fork in hand not moving. She had managed to mostly clear her plate. I instantly felt pity for her.

“Chris, may I please get up?” She asked with tears in her eyes.

“Come on, one more bite then you’re finished.” She said maliciously.

I turned away, feeling tears sting my own eyes. How could someone treat Lizzy that poorly? It wasn’t her fault she had thrown up on her plate. I could not forgive Chris for this. But what could I do? I couldn’t stand up for her without getting punished myself. I tried to push it from my mind and continued to clear the table.

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I enjoy your writing posts.

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This is such a beautiful even number

Continued on the fever portion…

Before I knew it I had been on sick bed for 3 days. Each time the staff took my temperature it never went below 103. My temperature bounced around a bit, 103.5 then 104.1 then 103 even. I felt so weak and feverish. The only plus side was Chris hadn’t worked a shift since the first day of being sick. And that meant I was actually able to soak my feet as written in the discharge papers.

On the 4th morning I woke up feeling relieved. I was super hot and had sweated through my pajamas. I quickly took off 2 of the 3 blankets I had covering me. I knew my fever had finally broken. And what was better was that my toes weren’t hurting as much. I sighed with relief. I had been terrified that I wasn’t going to get better. I was no doctor but I was still pretty sure that I should have seen a doctor, gotten some antibiotics or something. Instead I just got Tylenol and bed rest. Either way I had pushed through, and I was no longer scared.

Jean came down the stairs that morning and headed over with my morning medications and a thermometer. She took my temperature and smiled.

“100.5” She said kindly “I’d say probably tomorrow you’ll be able to go back upstairs to the regular dorms”

“I thought I had to be over 101 to stay down here?” I asked

“Well you were over 101, it’s just now come down, we want to make sure it doesn’t go back up again. Tomorrow morning if it’s still under 101 you can go back up stairs”

I was relieved. It felt like she actually cared about me, the only person who had shown genuine concern.

As promised the next morning I was allowed to go back to regular activities as my temperature had officially broken and was down to 98.6. Perfectly normal. My toes also had healed significantly. I can’t explain the relief I felt to be feeling healthy again. I had been really fearful for my health when I didn’t get any sort of doctor’s oversight on the infection that had caused the fever.

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I am really enjoying your book @Hanna_Foxx

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Thank you! I am hoping by the end of the year it’ll be done and ready to publish

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I laid in that bunk, feeling the top bed was too close to me. How was I supposed to survive in this environment? This extremely foreign environment. So many rules, so strict on the consequences. I told myself not to cry, I would not be caught crying on my first night. I shut my eyes, willing myself to sleep.

A loud alarm sounded overhead, startled out of an uneasy sleep. I sat up and hit my head on the top bunk.

“Ouch!” I exclaimed. Bending lower to sit on the side of the bunk, my eyes adjusted to the sudden fluorescent lights being turned on.

“Hanna come on, your shower time is right now in the downstairs bathroom” Mary called over to me.

I stood up and stretched, I could tell I hadn’t slept well that night. I started to walk out of the room when Mary stopped me.

“Oh you need to make your bed before you leave the room. You’lll get a consequence if you don’t” She said to me as she was making her own bed.

I carefully straightened my sheets and blankets, tucking the blanket under the mattress and positioning my pillow exactly like Mary had fixed hers.

“Is that good enough?” I asked turning to her

“Yeah that’s perfect, now go get your shower stuff.” She said walking out of the room.

I quickly walked into the communal closet and got the plastic bin my shampoo and soap was in and grabbed my towel and my uniform.

Mary came up to me “So you have 20 minutes of time in the bathroom, but your shower can’t take longer than 10 minutes. You’re assigned the downstairs shower. Do you normally use a hair dryer?” She asked

I shook my head. I never used a hair dryer, I wasn’t that into my appearance that I felt the need to do my hair every day. I preferred just a simple french braid. Classic, simple, neat.

I headed downstairs into the daylight basement and entered the bathroom. There was a shower stall and changing area separated by curtains. I stifled a yawn looking at my watch and seeing it was 6:05am. I showered as quickly as I could, really missing my conditioner.

Once I got dressed, I fought to brush my hair. I made a mental note to ask for some detangler or that 2 in 1 shampoo next chance that I got. I managed to braid my hair before heading back upstairs.

When I emerged downstairs I was pulled aside by Tammy, one of the house staff.

“Hey Hanna we need to get your weight.” She said steering me towards the nurses room.

My gut clenched. I hated seeing the number on the scale. I was overweight for my height and I knew it. It was rather embarrassing, but I wasn’t surprised they were going to get my weight.

I stepped onto the digital scale and saw the number. My heart sank. It read 211.

211? My god I was so overweight. Tammy wrote down the number.

“Okay thanks Hanna. We will further discuss your meal plan from here on out. I’ll let you know what is decided by lunch time, alright?”

My heart pounded in my ears. My meal plan. I tried to shove it out of my mind, I walked back over to the dining area to find Mary.

After breakfast, all the girls seemed to know the routine. Clean up the dishes and tables then sweep the entire area and finish by mopping. Once that had been completed, girls lined up for meds.

When it was my turn for meds, Tammy handed me a paper cup with my pills in it. One of them looked different than it had at home.

“What’s this orange half pill?” I asked her

“Abilify,” she said impatiently.

I took the pills, shoving the thought out of my head.

“What’s next?” I asked Mary.

“We are going to go down and do school work for an hour and then we will get changed and go out to the exercise room and workout for an hour.” She said, leading me downstairs.

My school transcripts had not come in yet, so I was stuck just reading books again during school time. I was engrossed in the book I picked out yesterday. True to Mary’s word, an hour after coming downstairs to do school, everyone got up and went upstairs to change into workout clothes.

I went into the long closet and pulled out a maroon workout shirt and a pair of grey knee length shorts. I changed quickly, suddenly aware of how many girls there were that could see me.

We all filed out the door in the daylight basement and made our way across the parking lot to a building that was detached from the main lodge. Inside was a large room with wide windows. A large TV was on one wall. There was a handful of exercise equipment. A spin bike, two treadmills, a small rack of different weighted dumbbells. There was a handful of yoga mats rolled up in one corner.

“Alright ladies, you know the drill.” Tammy loudly said

Mary hurried over to me

“You just have to be moving someway or another for the next hour. We normally put on a workout video for those who want it.” Mary said to me walking over to a shelf with workout dvd’s on it.

“Zumba anyone?” Mary said

A handful of girls murmured in agreement.

Once the hour was up we all walked back into the lodge and changed into our uniforms again. I was slightly disgusted that we weren’t allowed to shower, I noticed many girls use washcloths to clean themselves.

Once we were back in the classroom in the daylight basement, Tammy came down to find me.

“Hanna come with me, Angela and I want to speak to you.” She said in a casual way.

My heart raced. I knew I hadn’t done anything to get into trouble yet. Right? My mind ran through all the possibilities of why Angela needed to speak to me with Tammy.

We went up to the nurses room where the door was ajar. Anglea was sitting on a chair inside the room

“Ahh Hanna. How was your first night here?” Angela asked me

“Oh it was fine.” I said, my mind still racing.

“Okay good. Well, we just wanted to talk to you regarding your meal plan.” Angela explained

“Yeah I know I’m overweight.” I said in a small voice, staring at the floor.

“Well we’d like to help you get healthier and drop some weight. We are going to be offering you an alternative dinner. You are free to eat normally at breakfast and lunch. However you cannot have dessert after dinner and no candy on Saturday movie nights. For snack time you can have fruit. None of the prepackaged snacks. Alright?” She said smiling at me

I felt my face go red.

“Yes, that’s fair.” I said, just wanting to get out of that room.

Tammy motioned for me to head back down to the classroom and she closed the nurses room door behind me. I wondered what I was going to be offered for dinner, I knew why they made that decision but it still was embarrassing having to be told I had to be put on a diet separate from the other girls.

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You guys. I have 97 pages written. 97 essay size pages. I feel so accomplished

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I decided to take a large chunk of writing out of the book for personal reasons so now I am back to 28000. 1000 words just lost like that. But I think the decision lines up with wanting this book to be more realistic and based on fact

The surrender process

It was Wednesday night, we had all gathered in the common area for group. Angela came out of the office to address us.

“Okay ladies, we have a special process for tonight. The classroom downstairs has been set up a certain way. I want you all to go downstairs and find a seat. No one is to talk.” She said to us.

We all got up and headed downstairs, my heart pounded in my ears, it didn’t feel like this was going to be a good thing, but in reality I had no idea what to expect.

We got downstairs and found the lights on, all the chairs had been pulled away from the desks and tables and they were placed randomly around the room, all facing different directions. My curiosity grew. I sat in one of the wooden chairs facing one of the bookshelves, staying quiet to obey the silence code.

“Alright I want you all to look at me,” Angela said standing in the center of the room, “For this process we are going to go through a sequence.” She raised her hands in front of her.

“Palms up, palms down, palms together,” She stated, showing the hand motions, bringing her hands up, then down, then her palms together.

The lights shut off and all we could hear was Angela’s voice repeating “Palms up, palms down, palms together”

I did the motions, confused at what we were doing and wondering what we were going to do next. Only there was no next step. Over and over and over she stated the sequence, and over and over I did the hand motions. I looked around the room, squinting in the dark trying to see if anyone had stopped. Angela shot me a look and I quickly straightened in my chair, continuing to do the hand sequence. I was afraid to stop, I didn’t know how much trouble I would get in if I stopped. So I continued.

Angela’s voice faded into the background as I moved my hands in the motions in front of me. I started to feel like I wasn’t really there. As if I was floating above myself. “Palms up, palms down, palms together” echoed in my mind. Just when I thought we might stop, it continued. Time stretched, I lost all sense of myself, I couldn’t figure out the reason for this exercise.

After a very long time, the lights flicked on. I flinched at the sudden stimuli.

“So what have we learned?” Angela said, breaking the pattern.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 9pm. We had been down there for almost 2 hours. I felt tired, mentally and physically. My arms ached from holding out my hands for so long.

“Some of you stopped following the commands part way through, why was that?” Angela asked.

No one said anything.

“This was to teach you to surrender, that things are out of your control and you must submit to the reality of life.” She said “Things aren’t always explained before they happen, but that doesn’t take away their meaning.”

I stared straight ahead, tuning out Angela’s words. I still didn’t feel present in the room. I felt as though I hadn’t returned to my body yet.

“Some of you realized that you didn’t have to follow the commands. That was your choice, and you made that choice accepting the unknown consequences of stopping the pattern.” Angela spoke in an even tone. “That was you surrendering to the situation, accepting the unknown outcome, and being accountable for your own actions.”

“There were some of you that obeyed the commands, even as time went on. You blindly followed these instructions, committing to follow the commands because you feared an alternative outcome where you might face consequences.” She further explained.

I felt stupid. I could have stopped at any time and not gotten in trouble. Angela was right, I was scared of the consequences if I had stopped. But I didn’t feel like my fear was unwarranted. I had learned time and time again that if I didn’t comply with the program, I would face unwelcome consequences. It felt like an impossible situation. There was no one right answer.

“Good job ladies, I think you all have learned something from today’s process. Now I know it’s late, please head upstairs for med call.”

And just like that. It was over.

We all headed upstairs, mentally spent on the impossible exercise we just went through.

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What year did your story take place? Just curious.

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2012-2013 I was 14 to 15 while I was there

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Hmmm, it’s almost unbelievable that all that abuse took place in such recent times.

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It is pretty shocking. We are in the middle of a lawsuit with the school right now. Well we have been in a legal battle for the last 5 years. Hopefully we will get a result in the next year

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You might have a criminal case against that place.

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The whole thing is a mess. The FBI was involved at one point. I’m absolutely horrified to say that I found out the head therapist was able to get his license back

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This number is insane

I took a little break from writing this weekend and it was a smart move. I am back to it now.

The gravel pit

My toes had finally healed and I was able to wear regular shoes again. Which was just as well because this week had not gone well. To start I had gotten two consequences in one go and I was not happy about it. They were for the most unfair reason as well. The day after I was on the dinner crew a staff member had found a small piece of tomato on the kitchen counter. The unfair part was a staff member had made a sandwich after we had cleaned the kitchen and had left it on the counter. The next morning I heard a rumor that Polly was looking for me to get me to sign the consequence paper. I don’t know what came over me but I just didn’t want to deal with her. So in the moment I decided to hide from her.

I ran downstairs to the basement, when I heard her coming I darted out the back door and around the lodge coming back in the front door. It was really amusing knowing how frustrated she was getting that she couldn’t find me. We did circles around each other for a few minutes before she finally caught me. I couldn’t help but laugh, I tried to stifle the giggles but I couldn’t help myself. Polly was very angry at me and in turn it into two write ups, one for “not cleaning the kitchen” and another for avoiding her. It sucked getting the consequences, but the frustration on her face was worth it.

The rest of the week went by without any other incidents until Friday came around. It was my day to do laundry. I started the load and forgot about it for several hours. Suddenly Tammy called me into the laundry room and I got lectured. And then there was another write-up I had to sign. I did my best to keep my nose clean, it had been an unusually heavy consequence week for me. The final straw was at dinner that night. Lizzy made me laugh and I had just taken a drink of water. I laughed so hard that I spit out the water, spraying the two people across from me. Unfortunately Tammy had seen. That was the final consequence I got for the week. 4 consequences, uh oh I was in for it on Saturday. On top of that I had a “lost item” that they found and tacked on more climbs.

The way the consequences worked, was they all stacked till Saturday mornings. Each consequence had 10 gravel pit climbs(we just called them climbs) and also 2 labor hours each. Another way you might get assigned more climbs is if you left out any items unattended. Those items got collected then given back after assigning 3 more climbs. The unfair part was you could get a “lost item” for even dropping a sock on the ground in the laundry room, and that was exactly what had happened this week to earn me another 3.

That Saturday I had a total of 43 climbs to do. The thought of it was daunting. That Saturday morning came around and I got up at 6am, dressed in my workout clothes, choosing the sweat pants instead of shorts because it was still winter. I put on a long sleeved thermal shirt under my exercise shirt. I grabbed warm socks and headed down stairs. I went right down to the basement and put on my snow boots and winter coat and headed out the door. There were 7 girls all waiting outside, shivering in the cold. We waited for the staff Chris to come out and give us the go ahead to start walking to the gravel pit.

The gravel pit was about a half mile from the lodge. Yawning from the sleepiness, we started our journey. It was still dark out, but we knew the way. When we finally arrived it was still dark. I could see the shadow of the large gravel extraction site. There wasn’t much snow because we had recently had a thaw, which I was thankful for.

“Ladies, you know how much you have to do, I’ll be keeping count here. Don’t try and cheat your way into doing less, you know I will find out and the consequence for that is having your number double. I doubt any of you want that?” Chris said to us.

With a deep sigh I walked to the bottom of the gravel pit, a familiar path worn into the pit from the route we all took. If you kept up a good pace, one climb would take you 4 minutes, but it was a hard pace to keep when you had so many. I began to climb, at first the footing was solid, but at the half way point I began to struggle. The loose gravel made my feet slip with each step. I glared at the ground in front of me, determined not to show the struggle I was feeling. Right at the top 10 feet it got too steep to hike as normal and I had to resort to climbing with my hands just to keep my balance. I made it up, walked all the way around the large bowl and scurried back down. That was one.

I took a deep breath and started my way up for the second time. At some point it started to be hard to keep count because I could feel my stomach start to protest. I was feeling weak and nauseous, but still I pressed on. I longed for some water, but we weren’t allowed any water till we were done. So I pressed on. At 30 I started to feel really ill, dizzy and nauseous. At the top of number 30 I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I leaned over and vomited bile. I had no water in my system and nothing in terms of food. It was light out by then and I looked down at Chris, wishing she would at least let me take a break.

“Hanna, why are you stopping?” She shouted up at me, “The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go join breakfast.”

I tried to push the dizziness from my head. I had to continue, so I did. I made a strong mental note to never get this many consequences in one week ever again, not that I really had much control over it. By the time I finished my last one, number 43, I was feeling very ill. I was cold, but covered in sweat. I returned to Chris who was standing at the end. I looked at my watch out of curiosity. We had gotten here at 6:30am in the morning, it was now 9:50am. I had been going for nearly 3 ½ hours. I had nothing left to give, I felt on the edge of passing out. But I made my feet move. One foot in front of the other, walking the half mile back to the lodge.

When I made it back to the lodge, I smelled pancakes cooking. I let out a sigh of relief, after getting permission I went and took a super quick shower. I clearly wasn’t planning ahead because I still had 8 hours of labor work to do later in the day, but I didn’t care. I was covered in salty sweat and I needed a shower. I knew they would not let me take two showers, but I chose my current comfort over waiting for the future.

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