There are no words to describe the sickness of the center that prevails at Trails Carolina.
Supposed to be a therapeutic center, Trails Carolina runs as a cult to torture patients and clients they promise to help.
The weirdest part of the entire course is that the admission counselor instructs your legal guardian or parent not to inform where they would be taking the enrolled.
I was one of those lucky ones who did not have to go through that experience.
I was well informed before time and knew that they came home dragging everyone in the middle of the night to pack bags and travel to Trails Carolina.
Everyone in my team had to go through that.
Even after graduation from the center, I was left with PTSD many years later.
I still get Goosebumps remembering what happened the day I arrived.
They pushed me into a room, gave me a uniform, and asked me to strip and change in front of others.
It is freezing in North Carolina, and it can drop beyond 0 degrees in the mountains of North Carolina.
A strict routine was followed, which was too stringent for someone like me.
I was there for my anger control problem, and I had never hurt anyone in my life. It was a minor problem.
But, they treated everyone like criminals.
The food was pathetic, and they used to tell us when to eat. There were times when they did not allow us to eat at all.
The menu will give you a headache. They provided oats on Monday morning.
We had to prepare it ourselves with the hot water they provided. Lunch was identical for all the days in a week—a tortilla and honey.
Monday dinner was beans and rice. They gave us a cup, and we were allowed to eat one to 2.5 cups measured.
Tuesday, they provided mush, which was a mixture of whatever was left with us.
They offered everyone a p-bag every Wednesday.
This contained six oranges, peanut butter, resins, and other kinds of stuff. So, we had to eat the leftovers from the p-bag on Tuesday night.
Trails Carolina cost varied a lot for other packages.
They had five different programs with different Trails Carolina costs. The first program is Trailhead.
After that, they have Waypoint. Which is followed by Legend, Barron, and lastly, the navigator.
To be candid, I never made any progress when I was there. I never made it to the navigator, and I am thankful I did not.
When I asked for a release, and my parents backed my decision, my trainer, Todd Green, did not allow my freedom.
According to him, I was not ready. Some people were involved in drug trafficking.
My problem was nothing when put along with the other’s problems.
He even suggested my parents put me in the therapeutic boarding school. He informed me that I was doing worse.
He tried everything to get me back to my old behavior so that he could keep me there.
Trails Carolina abuse is done for amusement, and the people are sick. My parents had to hire an attorney to get me out of that mess.
Trails Carolina’s abuse was not only limited to the activities but was evident through their behavior.
They made us pick sticks while searching in the woods during rains.
It was cold out there, and if anyone did not do as asked, their names were marked in the blue book.
They had to experience the consequences.
The staff was trained not to react to anything. They were oblivious and pretended that they did not care, even if they did.
After I was released, I contacted the North Carolina Department of Health and Human Services.
The reply was not socking at all.
North Carolina reviews from these departments were not good.
For the past five years, Trails Carolina was charged for using the medicine on minors that were not prescribed.
However, they were still doing it. We used to make us eat a treatment calling it vitamins and never said what it was for.
I went there during winter. The staff threw dental floss on me and asked me to sew it.
My sleeping bag was ripped off when I asked for another one. So inhuman.
We had to fight for the correct report from the trainer. He was not ready to give me a blue signal.
He gave us the clean letter when we threatened him with the legal consequences. It took months for us to get that letter.
Finally, I was admitted to the typical high school. But, the experience still leaves me with coldness.
Trails Carolina death was a massive disaster, but it never got the hype it should have called.
If I start writing every minute detail about the experience, it will take days.
A student’s death was under their custody, but they tried everything to suppress that news.
These people at Trails Carolina are criminals and should be reported sooner.
The students who joined with me were in contact after their discharge.
I contacted them to get insight into their progress while graduating from there, and everyone had the same thing to say.
There used to be a retreat session, and all the parents of the students used to meet.
Nothing changed, and many started living on their own after relapsing.
I remember when my mom said to me dad, “where have we sent our child.”
When my parents came to know about the other students’ things, they were taken aback.
Other students were charged for drug trafficking, car stealing, larceny, etc.
I was only impulsive.
However, I had never hurt anyone. I would repeat this. I never hurt anyone.
Trails Carolina scams should be given the highest priority to be curbed.
There is nothing that can match their level in terms of inhumanity.