I was talking to a friend about how the internet basically killed off for good the practice of pen-pals. And that got me thinking: Besides birthday gifts and stuff, the last time I sent a written letter was for my friend in middle school who was in rehab for cutting herself. In a goddamn monastery in Utah.
I never really thought about it until now, but she mentioned how the nuns there would tell her constantly that she would 'burn in hell' and other related things. And basically practiced exorcisms. She was one of the most popular residents, and received a metric fuckton of mail from people like me who knew her - phones and email were completely cut off, and this was during a time where both things were beginning to become commonly-used. Of course, my 13-year-old self could not really comprehend what this meant. In retrospect, her parents were almost certainly ultra-christian and likely perpetuated in the self-harm in the first place - who chooses a monastery for their child when there are qualified psychiatrists and physicians who could really help?
It makes me sick just thinking about it now. Luckily, in this age, I highly doubt that her parents' way of thinking will last another generation. The world is too full of information and people are better access to it than ever before. Maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part - but I feel like with the work that is being done here today, it could happen.
As for her story, well, I never really saw her again. She was a strong-willed girl though - who let as much off the stuff as one could roll off her back, so I think (hope) she made it through okay.