Comments on: Is Corrections Really The Right Word? http://pysih.com/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/ Your daily dose of evil Thu, 18 Mar 2010 10:36:34 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc hourly 1 By: Lavonna http://pysih.com/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-27583 Lavonna Tue, 30 Dec 2008 21:51:14 +0000 http://66.197.131.105/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-27583 Karen, I have never been a CO but my brother and sister were for years and I don't think they would ever have someone who left their prison with your attitude. I want to tell you that I think it is awesome that you have cleaned up your life and I pray that you stay on the right track and never go back. Karen,
I have never been a CO but my brother and sister were for years and I don’t think they would ever have someone who left their prison with your attitude.
I want to tell you that I think it is awesome that you have cleaned up your life and I pray that you stay on the right track and never go back.

]]> By: Karen http://pysih.com/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-27568 Karen Tue, 30 Dec 2008 19:42:42 +0000 http://66.197.131.105/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-27568 The corrections come from within the inmates who choose to improve themselves. I was strung out on meth really bad, and voluntarily gave up my kids to my ex before I messed them up. I intended to clean up, but didn't after they were gone. Instead I remained the scum you so frequently describe by encouraging by not discouraging others to follow me into hell on earth. Thank God I got busted. Lab equipment and a forged check got me 2 1/2 years + 5 years felony probation. At age 35, after years in and out of treatment and in serious trouble for the first time in my life, I was given the opportunity for enough time off the streets to sit back and look at the devastation I caused family, friends, and a whole slew of whoever was around to witness my insanity. I did my own time, didn't take anyone down with me, and looked for the little girl my parents raised me to be. Prison gave me a schedule. I didn't take the classes because I knew that I was finally done. Prison gave me other inmates that weren't done. It made me sick to look at myself, and how I was, by looking at them. I did participate in family counseling over the phone. I don't know how the counselor got that going for me, but I will never forget her for it, because they didn't do that for too many. I was released on July 11, 2006 from the Wyoming Women's Center in Lusk, WY. My mother, who's in bad shape physically, and who's heart I had utterly crushed for years, bought a plane ticket from Phoenix, AZ to Cheyenne, WY. From there she rented a car, and drove up to get me on the day I was released. My mom never pulled any punches with me in life, and held me to high standards. She let me sink as I was held accountable. Tough love is her battle cry. As beautiful as it was to see her waiting for me that day. It was the most stripped down and laid bare kind of shame I'd ever felt at the same time. Because I knew then that I must have made enough progress in my time inside to have her there at that precious moment in time. To this day I cannot look at that moment without crying with grattitude. I want any officer reading this to know that you are not hated by all of the inmates. I never sucked up, or flattered. I just did my time, and didn't make it hard for anyone to keep an eye on me. I may never get the chance to be able to tell my guards how much I appreciated them. I hope by telling you how much I do, that you don't give up on the whole lot. As I left the prison, an off duty officer came up to me and gave me a hug. We never spoke but a sentence or two here and there while I was in, and this wasn't sexual in any way. He was a decent man. It spoke volumes to me. I hit Cheyenne and started from scratch. Mom dropped me off at the homeless shelter after we spent a few days together. I got a job the next day, got into an aftercare program, and saw my PO every month. She got mad at me only once. I called myself an ex-con. She blew up and told me never to say that again. She supervised a lot of ex-cons, but I wasn't among them. I've maintained my sobriety, advanced to being the general manager of a cab company, who holds a company debit card, and is a signer on the account. More importantly my children love me, even though I haven't been able to see them in about 6 1/2 years. They gladly talk to me and write. My family loves me. My husband is also in recovery, and has done well. I was released from probation 1 year and 3 months early just last month. You officers had more of an impact than what you can ever know. There are a whole lot of really sick and just downright soul-less people in and out of prison. I agree that a lot of them deserve hell. I know I deserved the hell I got. One day at a time I'm trying not to go back. Please know we aren't all beyond redemption, just the abusive chi-mo's, the raping, murdering, sick heartless victimizers. I'd like to think I'd have never gone to those lengths of depravation. I am not perfect, and maybe some still look upon me with contempt. Well, I won't give anyone the satisfaction of my failure. Thanks for listening to me ramble. If you know any like minded ex-felons who want to not go back to hell, let them know they don't have to. The corrections come from within the inmates who choose to improve themselves. I was strung out on meth really bad, and voluntarily gave up my kids to my ex before I messed them up. I intended to clean up, but didn’t after they were gone. Instead I remained the scum you so frequently describe by encouraging by not discouraging others to follow me into hell on earth. Thank God I got busted. Lab equipment and a forged check got me 2 1/2 years + 5 years felony probation. At age 35, after years in and out of treatment and in serious trouble for the first time in my life, I was given the opportunity for enough time off the streets to sit back and look at the devastation I caused family, friends, and a whole slew of whoever was around to witness my insanity. I did my own time, didn’t take anyone down with me, and looked for the little girl my parents raised me to be. Prison gave me a schedule. I didn’t take the classes because I knew that I was finally done. Prison gave me other inmates that weren’t done. It made me sick to look at myself, and how I was, by looking at them. I did participate in family counseling over the phone. I don’t know how the counselor got that going for me, but I will never forget her for it, because they didn’t do that for too many. I was released on July 11, 2006 from the Wyoming Women’s Center in Lusk, WY. My mother, who’s in bad shape physically, and who’s heart I had utterly crushed for years, bought a plane ticket from Phoenix, AZ to Cheyenne, WY. From there she rented a car, and drove up to get me on the day I was released. My mom never pulled any punches with me in life, and held me to high standards. She let me sink as I was held accountable. Tough love is her battle cry. As beautiful as it was to see her waiting for me that day. It was the most stripped down and laid bare kind of shame I’d ever felt at the same time. Because I knew then that I must have made enough progress in my time inside to have her there at that precious moment in time. To this day I cannot look at that moment without crying with grattitude. I want any officer reading this to know that you are not hated by all of the inmates. I never sucked up, or flattered. I just did my time, and didn’t make it hard for anyone to keep an eye on me. I may never get the chance to be able to tell my guards how much I appreciated them. I hope by telling you how much I do, that you don’t give up on the whole lot. As I left the prison, an off duty officer came up to me and gave me a hug. We never spoke but a sentence or two here and there while I was in, and this wasn’t sexual in any way. He was a decent man. It spoke volumes to me.
I hit Cheyenne and started from scratch. Mom dropped me off at the homeless shelter after we spent a few days together. I got a job the next day, got into an aftercare program, and saw my PO every month. She got mad at me only once. I called myself an ex-con. She blew up and told me never to say that again. She supervised a lot of ex-cons, but I wasn’t among them. I’ve maintained my sobriety, advanced to being the general manager of a cab company, who holds a company debit card, and is a signer on the account. More importantly my children love me, even though I haven’t been able to see them in about 6 1/2 years. They gladly talk to me and write. My family loves me. My husband is also in recovery, and has done well. I was released from probation 1 year and 3 months early just last month. You officers had more of an impact than what you can ever know.
There are a whole lot of really sick and just downright soul-less people in and out of prison. I agree that a lot of them deserve hell. I know I deserved the hell I got. One day at a time I’m trying not to go back. Please know we aren’t all beyond redemption, just the abusive chi-mo’s, the raping, murdering, sick heartless victimizers.
I’d like to think I’d have never gone to those lengths of depravation. I am not perfect, and maybe some still look upon me with contempt. Well, I won’t give anyone the satisfaction of my failure.
Thanks for listening to me ramble.
If you know any like minded ex-felons who want to not go back to hell, let them know they don’t have to.

]]> By: Dee http://pysih.com/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-12646 Dee Tue, 08 Jul 2008 02:03:45 +0000 http://66.197.131.105/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-12646 Is this entire website a blog written by prison guards? <em>admin - More or less.</em> Is this entire website a blog written by prison guards?

admin – More or less.

]]> By: Ricky Minton http://pysih.com/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-1131 Ricky Minton Fri, 12 Oct 2007 22:03:23 +0000 http://66.197.131.105/2007/07/15/is-corrections-really-the-right-word-for-what-we-do/#comment-1131 I am a supervisor for the Texas Prison system. You pretty much summed it up here. Where do you work? I am a supervisor for the Texas Prison system. You pretty much summed it up here. Where do you work?

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