Around 1979, I took my first PFAL class. I was only 15.
I continued on with the indoctrination, ran home fellowships, served in Way Productions, worked on the grounds crew and graduated with the 17th Corps. Those 3-4 hour 'Corps nights' with LCM constantly screaming and relentlessly berating people were especially brutal.
After our graduation, my husband and I finally bought a small house. However, we quickly sold that house within 2 years because of the the no debt policy. Crazy times.
After years of abuse, I finally found the strength to get out in the year 2000.
This web site has been helpful for me. It is good to know I am not alone. Thanks to all who shared their stories on this forum.
