The Parents are the Kids...

I was beaten, starved, locked in a brown, cold isolation room, used as a physical labor slave to carry rocks up a hill. I was 15.

The school was shut down, but we are all still waiting for justice to be served. It’s been almost 15 years, and it haunts me every day.

I’m paranoid as hell…for good reason because I was woken up at 6 am, with no warning and drug out of my house by strangers. I was heavily medicated at this place. I was molested and tortured.

And I’ve watched for years on tv when people come forward with less trauma and every one cares. But no one ever gave a shit about me or the hundreds of kids that went missing/died/od...

Do you wanna know why you never hear from us??? It’s because what happened was so bad most couldn’t comprehend or understand…so we kept silent. Also, most are dead!!! So they can’t speak!!!!

And there is so much useless noise out there no one ever listens to the horrors that happened to us. These “religious” boarding schools are hell on earth.

You haven’t heard about this because I was homeless and on heroin for almost 10 years after I got out of that school. I was supposed to be dead. I’ve overdosed nine times.

I’ve been Narcan’ed (a nasal spray to help reverse an opioid overdose) in every hospital in South Jersey just about.

I got clean two years ago and I survive to tell the story for all the people who cannot.

~Len