I've been a long time lurker/minor sharer on this site. I've recently been inspire to share a bit more. My story, in part follows. My parents were divorced when I was ~2 years old. My mother subsequently dated as she was in her 20’s and… of course! One man that cane into the picture, we’ll call him Dwight, was involved with the COS. I remember, and he reminded me of this in my teens, that I had a strong aversion to him and screamed every time he tried to hold me. In any case, time passed and he and my mother had a scientology wedding when I was 7. As their honeymoon, they went for services for a month and left me in the care of my aunt and grandmother. I missed a month of school. Upon return and back together I was subject to “tech” in my schoolwork by Dwight, which more often than not involved him screaming “FLUNK” at me when I did not have instant answers to questions. He did take care to remind us daily that he was a scientologist and “skyscrapers above" everyone. Despite screaming fights almost nightly, he had my mother convinced that Scientology would fix him and everything else. Fast forward a few years and. Despite a comfortable middle class life, Dwight decided we should uproot to Florida to be closer to Flag. Once arrived, I was pressured to take courses on weekends. I was not happy about this at the ripe age of 12. I voiced this and was promptly brought in for ethics handling where I was provided with explicit sexual context by the female ethics officer as an analogy for my not wanting to be on course. Side Note: COS certainly has a fixation with sex, don’t they? So, more fast forward, we left Florida and moved back to our original home. Years of verbal and physical abuse by Dwight left me adrift and I found myself turning back to Scientology in my late teens. After reading Dianetics, I found the courage to stand up to him and, in my opinion, eventually drove him out of the house and encouraged my mother to divorce him. Whatever this had to do with this book or coming of age, I cannot say, but that’s how it went down. Fast forward a bit, again, I graduated from University and found myself, once again, adrift. My mother was still involved with COS and so I found myself on the Purif (I did a lot of drugs J). Again, I seem to have had some “epiphany” ar more like dehydration delusion, and thought it a good idea to join staff. I wasn’t doing anything better with my time! The staff story is an essay in and of itself, so I’ll skip it for now, but in any case I promptly found myself being sent off to Flag as an OOT. So, what did I think? Cool, Florida! Beaches! Sunshine! Not the hell world I would be subject to. After, I believe, 3 months I found a “family reason” to leave. The night before my departure< I was confronted by another, “senior” OOT regarding my leave permission. I did not technically have everything approved. She found and cornered the OOT SO member who was sec checking me to sign off on my leaving and I actually hugged and thanked her. The next morning at dawn, I left with my bag and called a cab to get me from the OOT “hotels” to the airport. I cannot even begin to express the relief I felt climbing into that cab. I actually think I spilled my guts to the Hispanic cabbie, though I cannot clearly recall. When I arrived home from the airport, I absolutely sobbed when I saw my mom. She was involved with the COS but never in a million (or billon) years would have actually joined in any capacity other than public. . About a week later, they realized I wasn’t coming back. And that’s where the fun begins!! Twenty to thirty phone calls a day! This is back in the days of answering machines so you other oldies can understand what that means. J My mother, despite enabling my escape, wanted to remain in good standing. I was thus pressured to return to flag to get handled and properly routed out. The one good thing in this I think that I did for myself was refuse to stay in their facilities. I rented hotel rooms for my stay, shared with my SO (undoubtedly ethics case) minder. One of my minders was an absolutely lovely woman who begged me to take her to Walmart so she could buy some things for her non-SO children and husband back home as well as some personal toiletries. I had the impression that this duty was more of a vacation for her (clean double bed, private bathroom, TV, unmonitored phone calls). I finished my routing out, at no small pain to myself and drove all the way to Kentucky before I stopped for a rest because Georgia and Tennessee wasn’t enough distance for me between myself and Flag. Upon retuning home, I was further expected to “settle up” with my org. So, there I went. The person assigned to handle me, We’ll call her “Jan” was quite friendly at first by then , for some unexpected reason, decided this was the wrong approach. I believe this coincided with my request to see the steps which I would be required to take to get back in good standing. Apparently having an idea/understanding of what your about to be subject to is quite taboo. So, noon rolled around and I told “Jan” that I was going to get some lunch and would be right back (She wasn’t so bright and I do feel marginally guilty for the trouble she got into…but not too much). Needless to say I got into my car and left, never to return again. There is, of course, more to this story however this all happened 20 years ago and, to this day, these people hound me. I thought I would at least earn my goldenrod for my shenanigans, but no… At this point I realize that it is pure desperation that they continue to harass anyone and everyone they cane. So, that’s my story. This was much inspired by the most recent post on Tony Ortega’s site and some other postings I’ve seen re: paedophelia/sexual abuse on this site. I’m not sure if this in anything new or interesting, but it was cathartic for me.