TTI SURVIVOR. Part three. ARRIVAL.

When we arrived at the wilderness program the transporters roughly pulled me out of the car to hand me over to two of the wilderness staff. The transporter I had managed to punch told them,”Be careful with this one. He’s got violent tendencies. The hateful little creature punched me on the nose “. (He actually said hateful creature not hateful child or even brat. As though he refused to view me as a human being).

The two staff took me to be inducted. They ordered me to undress for a strip search. There was something about the way that they were looking at me that didn’t seem right so I told them,”I’m not getting undressed and you can’t make me “. One of them replied,”You’re wrong there you little bastard “. Then they forcibly undressed and searched me and they visibly enjoyed doing so. Although this wasn’t technically an SA it was just how I would expect an SA to feel like (and I strongly suspect that the experience of forcibly undressing me was sexual for them).

After the search they made what was an unmistakable death threat. They said (and this is as near word for word as I can remember),” I see it was your birthday afew weeks ago. If you want to see your next birthday you had better lose the attitude because not all kids come back from wilderness alive. Accidents can happen and things can be made to look accidental”. That threat following the SA equivalent strip search left me shaken and terrified.

My next blog will be an overview of life in the wilderness program. I had originally intended to include that in this blog but it would make it to long. Also, it is better if I do it as a separate blog.