My name is Jon Martin-Crawford. I was locked up at the NATSAP
affiliated program, The Family Foundation School, in Hancock, NY, from
1995 to 1997.
My life at home was anything but stable. This caused me to seek my own
release from it all. I created a persona for myself at school, the
troublemaker, always looking for the attention I didn?t get at home.
Involved in drugs by the age of 13, I was lost. My only release was my
music, my writing, and my skateboarding. After being expelled from
public school and one private school for marijuana and writing an
underground newspaper, my parents sent me to The Family shortly
thereafter.
Once I arrived at The Family, I knew I was there until I was 18. I went
through what seems like the ritualistic stripping of identity almost
all of us survivors faced. My clothes were taken and thrown away. My
music, my art, my skateboard all destroyed. What I didn?t have with me,
my parents were told to destroy as well. I was left with only a letter
from my mother for the next 3 months.
I had been to some inpatient settings before, but this one was
different. Other places allowed phone calls, mail, and peer
communication. Here, I wasn?t even allowed to call home the first few
months. Even after that, I only got that one phone call home a
week?nothing more? no access to Child Protective Services. Here I was
only allowed to talk to staff and kids that had been there more than 6
months. I was told I was denying the extent of my drug use, and I was
confused as to just how I would ?get better? enough to just see my
family. I sat and watched, and learned to play the game of lies
necessary to get privileges, and eventually get out. I got lucky and
figured these rules out quickly enough to not endure what I saw many
kids endure. But I still witnessed it all.
Including:
1 Staff punching students in the face while restraining?..not once but
several times. I witnessed both Phil Motolla and Tony Argiros (the
owner) himself doing this.
2 Typical restraint procedures were wrapping kids up in Duct tape and
blankets. Kids were not let out of this wrap, even to use the bathroom,
feminine hygiene, or just to move around and let the body out of the
confinement, while in an isolation room (the 6X6 library room)
3 Restraints were not only done by faculty, but many senior and junior
members of students. Usually, this was even more brutal and was often
done in front of all other students to show ?what will happen if you
act out?
4 Kids forced to eat food they were allergic to, and keep eating even if vomiting as a result.
5 Kids as young as 12 being taken out of school to carry out pointless
manual labor such as shovel manure, carry wheelbarrows of rocks,
sweeping the roof, etc. for days on end. This included a staff member
using a student AS the mop, when the student refused to mop the floor.
6 When kids tried to run away it was again, not only staff, but many
students told to chase, tackle, restrain, and bring them back.
7 Many things heard from staff, berating kids with high level verbal
abuse, often of a highly derogatory and sexual nature, at times
regarding sexual orientation. The worst offenders of this were Paul
Geer, Robin Ducey, Tony Argiros, Sal Guarino, and Linda Anderson during
my time at the school.
8 An admitted sex addict was one of the high-up faculty and counselors,
as well as a dorm monitor living above the boy?s dorm. This staff
member, Paul Geer, often talked about masturbating while eating a
cheeseburger and was extremely obsessed with students being ?sex
addicts.?
9 A staff member, Sal Guarino, who formed a sexual relationship with a student.
10 Students were forced to explicitly state their past histories, both
regarding drug use, and sexual history. This was done in mixed company,
and students were often then ridiculed for these stories (even though
most of it was made up to appease the staff and be allowed to speak to
family).
The rules I learned to avoid much of these problems were as follows:
1 make up a horrible past to ?cure yourself of??our moral inventory was
nearly always fabricated to make our problems seem worse, and the
program seem like salvation
2 Tell on yourself and your peers for things you may have never done to give the illusion you?re getting better
3 if you have certain ?gifts? you can find ways to skate by. Me, I was
the school?s golden boy with my pen and my graduation speech, as well
as others were used as propaganda at graduations as part of ?family
day? for all parents to hear.
4 Under no circumstances tell your parents or prospective parents the truth about what you see happening.
Yes, I was fortunate enough to go home once a month after a while. All
I wanted for those weekends at home was to sleep, relax, and watch
television. I quickly learned that telling our parents the truth about
what happened at The Family would only be explained away as
manipulation and we would lose our privileges.
While I had been fortunate enough to miss out on most of the horrors
personally, I unfortunately gave many tours to prospective parents,
always omitting the details of restraints, punishments, and lack of any
sort of communication or safeguards against the abuses that took place.
As a dorm leader, I was told to wake up one of the kids in my dorm with
the light from the lamp?that only had a flood light as a bulb?burning
his retina. I participated in the restraining, and took part in the
barrage of verbal attacks just as did many of my peers. I am not proud
of this, but we had no choice in any of this. If we did not conform, we
were ?being negative? and subject to the same treatment and lack of
privileges.
Once I left, however, I saw that I was now in the real world with real
problems again, and the school had never helped me with those problems.
After nightmares of The Family led to a relapse, I was soon out of
Vassar College and into the military. The training in the military,
although viewed by some to be harsh, was a cakewalk compared to the
hell endured at The Family School. My trust issues were never resolved
after leaving The Family, and the nightmares remained. Ultimately, all
these psychological flashbacks led to the need for my discharge from
the Army, something I regret to this day.
For years, I thought all this was my fault. While the nightmares and
anxiety never wore off, getting high made it go away again. I will not
blame others for my choices, my mistakes. I take responsibility for
those. What I do blame The Family for is stripping me of my childhood.
I still have nightmares of being locked up and told I?m ruining my
life. I still read the monthly paper of lies the school puts out and
get nauseous remembering the stuff we witnessed.
The only thing I can say to temper my disdain for these types of schools, or at least for The Family is this:
While the programs, as they are, have little positive effect long term,
I do believe that kids in my position need some sort of help. I do
believe there can be a safe solution, as some staff are genuinely
decent and caring people We need oversight and regulation of these
facilities with swift and severe penalties for those who stray from the
standards.
What must be remembered through all of this is that the "success
stories" of programs tend to fall in the one to two year range after
leaving such program...and usually are the opinions of parents. A true
statistic? Of the 25 kids from my graduating class and the one prior to
mine, maybe 4 remained sober. While many can now say they live
successful lives, it came anywhere between 5-10 years after leaving the
program and figuring out life on their own with psychiatric help.
Unfortunately, this cannot be said for all.
The programs are quick to take credit for a successful story, and are
just as fast to claim anyone that doesn't make it just "didn't work the
program" The truth? The nightmares and psychological scars of being
dragged from your home to a place in the middle of nowhere, restrained
in blankets and duct tape, assaulted, verbally and physically....those
scars and that trauma never go away.
For my parents, who thought that my time at The Family was the best
thing they could do, I hope they understand I do not blame them for
what I'?ve been through. I know the pain I put them through, and the
desperation they faced. I know they did what they thought would help me
the most. They were lied to, or at least not told the whole truth?it
was not their fault. I know it?s hard to tell sometimes, but it was not
bad parenting that led to this decision. It was good parenting and
deceptive tours and marketing. While I may have received a more focused
education, every other part of my teenage life, and early adult life,
was stunted as a result of my time at The Family. Fortunately, today,
my relationship with my family is better than it?s ever been. I have
the mutual respect of both my parents despite our differences in
opinion at times. While this topic often causes some pain, I know that
what they chose was out of love. What they got was something they never
could have imagined?or believed until now.
For my friends who have since died from suicide, and still suffer the
nightmares, our time and our voice will not be in vain. There comes a
time for every man to make amends and right their wrongs. This is a
lesson these programs preach, and it is a lesson they must now follow.