I was sent to a wilderness rehab when I was 17. There were 8 of us there, all between 16 and 19, and 4 "counsellors". I was there for anti-social behavior and drug abuse, but almost eveyone else was there because they had committed some sort of violent crime.

It was a nightmare. I was scared of the other kids, who were constantly on the verge of breaking into fights. We hiked most of the day, then set up our camps at night and participated in "therapy". The therapy was essentially splitting off into groups with one counselor and one other kid, and the counselor would pick one of you to gang up on the other and try to emotionally break them down by criticizing their every flaw and telling them what everyone hated about them.

I was terrified of the woods and couldn't sleep at night because I was convinced that some unkniwn entity was always watching. I ended up escaping in the middle of the night and hiking about 15 miles to the nearest town, and eventually ended up confused in a hospital.

It turned out that my anti-social behaviour wasn't something that could be cured with wilderness therapy - I was suffering from the early warning signs of untreated schizophrenia, and my parents refused to believe in or validate mental illness so they just sent me away in the hopes that I'd learn to stop "acting out".

Now a few years later with a lot of therapy and medical attention, life is a lot more managable. Look for warning signs in your kids, folks - they might not just be little shits, they might ve genuinely sick and confused.