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“They typically strap you to a chair and put you in a sensory depravation chamber for 12 hours … or more.” Karmine began. “I was in there for three days last time. It’s the most horrible thing you can imagine. You can’t move. You can’t hear, touch or see. They drug you so your mind works just fine, but you don’t control your body.”
Chel stared at Karmine, imagining how much worse their solitary was than what she had thought. It should not have surprised her.
But it did.
Chel couldn’t help herself. She stepped forward and before Karmine could react or move away, wrapped her arms around her in a comforting hug. Karmine went rigid. Not exactly the response that Chel expected.
7 thoughts on “01/27/2010 (10 Comments)”
Eboreg
Ugh. The more I read this, the more I parallel the ADC Academy with a school I went to. It’s a special school and supposedly one of the best in the state. These guys played by the book and that’s the exact opposite of what you want in a special school. Whenever I had a minor crisis, instead of letting me resolve it, they would lock me inside the “quiet room”, a small, nondescript room that was supposed to let me quiet down. Instead, I had a temper knowing that the thing I wanted done couldn’t get done until I got out of there, and I wouldn’t get out of there until I calmed down and I couldn’t calm down until the task was finished. The beatings continued in the hopes that morale would improve and eventually, I stopped talking over there, period. Luckily, I had a mother to bail me out.
tehren
Wow. Just wow. That’s terrible. I’m glad you were able to be bailed out.
MikeDB
Ah, the wonders of adults. My dad was fond of trying to beat ADHD out of me. Somehow, it just never quite worked.
(since I moved out, I have learned to work with it, so all is good)
It no longer bothers me that it happened to me but it makes my blood boil to hear it happening to others.
KM
Wow. Respect to you guys. I deal with my ADHD through meds, and no one has ever beat me. The fact that you guys don’t have some sort of PTSD says a lot. I can’t believe stuff like that actually happens. It makes me sick and angry to think about it. Now excuse me while I rant to my pillow about the world’s injustices.
Keiya
Hm, that seems counterproductive. People start to hallucinate after only 30 minutes in an anechoic chamber – basically, a room utterly devoid of any sound except what you create yourself. After three days in deprivation of all her senses, Karmine there should probably be a gibbering wreck for the rest of her life.
Raxondr
There are actual techniques to deal with such things, but they only make you a bit resistant. They are not particularly effective against long stretches like that. They mostly involve closing your eyes and retreating into your mind. Things like making up stories, creating images in your mind, meditation, anything used for enhancing mental discipline.
Again, they won’t make you immune, they will only make you resistant for a while. Even with this, you really won’t fare well after a twelve hour stretch in one of those torture rooms.
And by the way, I have seen what you mean. The carpeted quiet room with nothing inside, and only a window on the door. In a room where the emotionally unstable students were kept with the mentally challenged ones.
In a small prefab building away from the ‘normal’ students, naturally. With the two smallest, weakest teachers in the school, so that if an unbalanced student went berzerk, both teachers would be hard pressed to force them into the quiet room, where they locked one teacher in the room with the student.
Not because the teachers were cruel, but the school couldn’t be arsed to provide much of anything, and you certainly can’t have the ‘dangerous’ kids mingling with the rest of the school. I have ADHD. Upon learning that I took medication, I got shoved into the class with the mentally handicapped and emotionally unstable.
Sparkledeath
I was diagnosed with ADD. I suppose the worst that happened to me is that that while the doc was tinkering with my medication to try and find something that worked for me, I got extremely uncharacteristicly depressed. Luckily I realized almost immediately that something was wrong (I’m usually a very upbeat, cheerful person. Serious thoughts of suicide are not me) I flushed that medication down the toilet and refused to take any more. Even though it took me quite some time to figure out how to work around it without the medication and the shrink, neither of whom were helping me at all I might add, I guess I was lucky to have parents who were genuinely supportive of me and my decisions.
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