Tag Archives: Troubled Teen

Seeking Love & Acceptance on a Path of Adversity

Mary J O’Brien submitted the following: I grew up in an adopted home. I was raised by a childless middle aged Catholic couple. After being abused by my mother and pretty much ignored by my father, I was in and out of special schools. I started running away and acting up. Because I’m legally blind […]

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Memoir Excerpt – Part Four

C. Kapela © – Memoir Excerpt Study hall was held in a small room towards the back of the complex.  It appeared to have at one time been a small one bedroom suite when the facility was still a hotel.  Now, its linoleum floor was aged and dirty.  Through a crack in the door, I could […]

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Story Submission

The following story was submitted anonymously.  Feel free to submit your own stories for publication by e-mailing wwaspdiaries@gmail.com, or through the submit a story function. On a rainy Saturday in June 2002, I arrived with my father at Carolina Springs Academy in Due West South Carolina.  I had agreed to come voluntarily, though I was […]

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Recommended Reading

American Child, Mexican Prisoner:  Casa By the Sea http://www.therealcasa.blogspot.com This is an excellent survivor blog with real journal entries and letters home.  Beautifully written, this blog offers a unique look into the mind of a teenager struggling to come to terms with their imprisonment in a Mexican WWASP facility. A Life Gone Awry http://www.alifegoneawry.com/ Free […]

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Memoir Excerpt – Part Three

Memoir Excerpt – C. Kapela © We had another half-hour on the field before group therapy.  As we walked our laps silently, I thought about what treatment had meant to me before Tranquility Bay.  My father used to work in the juvenile justice system and my mother suffered from severe mood disorders and anxiety.  They believed […]

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Memoir Excerpt – Part Two

Memoir Excerpt – C. Kapela © Ms. B unlocked a white wooden shed filled with tennis shoes. Most were deteriorated and rotten from weathering too many humid summers.  I saw my own and all I could think about was home.  I rarely wore sneakers but had purchased these a month before. They were still pristine, having […]

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Memoir Excerpt

© Chelsea Kapela – Excerpt from Upcoming Memoir When I arrived, instead of my typical private session, my parents were both there.  The social worker shut the door.  Everyone was crying.  I knew what was happening, what was next.  They wanted me to talk about my rape.  I refused.  The counselor pulled out a brochure […]

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