Yes it was one of those situations. My entire community, my countrypeople will buy the rebellious teen stereotype and blame me. I even accepted it for years that it was all my fault I ended up in these programs, that’s what they’ll tell you. I’ve apologized profusely for scaring my parents. Come to find out, it was not my fault, it was my father’s, and he made an incredibly poor decision in his choice of Program. I could have used real therapy at that time in my life. Instead I was trained to accept abuse and the programs are pure narcissist food for narcissistic parents. Never any criticism of parental behavior. Which brings me to why I was sent in the first place- my mother had the sneakiest affair and left my dad and I. My dad went into major depression/alcoholism. My mom married her affair partner and he has always been abusive. I continued living in my childhood home with my drunk dad. He met a woman not long after he divorce was finalized. They were married six months after they met. I was sent to Utah three weeks before the wedding. Hmmmmmm. Ya, I smoked pot and had sex, and wow I internalized a lot of shame for that. No, I wasn’t happy to be participating in the wedding, and wow did I internalize a lot of shame for not being able to make my parent more happy. It wasn’t until I was over 25 and trained to be a social worker that I realized how devastating, traumatic, and abusive my parents’ decisions were. I felt it in my body but I didn’t have a finger on it. I didn’t learn until I was 25 that parents are supposed to meet their child’s needs and not the other way around. That blew my mind. I still feel selfish typing it