WOW!!!
Roundtree, a star for you my friend!!!
Though I admit my motive is a bit selfish...let me explain. Reading the original post was eye-opening enough, but to keep reading and see what others
have said...wow!
My whole life I have been seemingly on some strange path that someone, somewhere sent me down. I have thought, for years, that I was somehow
"hand-picked" by a friend/colleague of my father's (they are both psychiatrists, and used to work at the same clinic with the same specialties),
whose name I have seen associated with speculation about MKULTRA and similar programs (later in his career, after my father no longer worked with
him).
Note: I realize that what I wrote may be a run-on sentence that is difficult to follow due to the parenthesis, but bear with me as I am quite tired
from working the night shift and then only napping afterward.
Roundtree's post completely blew my mind. I was in one of the so-called "gifted programs," as much as a third grader in a small town elementary
school can be. I was always an early learner and much more mature than my peers. My first memory of this was when a friend and I were put in the
hallway outside the classroom in Kindergarten, and we were writing one-page "book reports" on short stories, while most of our peers were in the
classroom still learning their ABCs. Anyhow, in third grade I started to be pulled aside with a small group of kids in my grade who were allegedly
very smart. I was the one whose job it was to go get the two second graders who had been picked to be in the program as well (their real initials were
K.H., a male, and J.C., a female, just in case someone who remembers is reading this...please email me!!!). I would go down the hall to their
classroom and get them, and walk them down to the small classroom where our group met. All that I can remember is that we had no textbooks, frankly no
materials at all, and we sat around with someone who came from outside the school and possessed a doctorate (Dr. Robert S.), and discussed what we
were doing in our classes, and shared our ideas on how the lessons could be improved. Sometimes the doctor would fetch a teacher and we would debate
with the teacher about his or her way of presenting the materials to the class. Sometimes we just sat around and socialized and discussed the school
in general. In retrospect, I am not completely sure why we were told that we were especially smart, because just about any child who was well-spoken
enough to argue about their lessons could have been in that room with us. Intelligence only played a part in it, I am sure.
After some reflection, and reading the posts that others have made, I am wondering if I am now onto something.
Thanks again, Roundtree, for making what could end up being a life-changing post for me!
I am now considering telling my whole story, which I have never done, not even to the woman who is the greatest love of my life and whom I trust
completely...it is so incredibly strange and confusing. I have considered sharing it with ATS for years, however I have never actually sat down and
typed it all out. Well, specifically, the one event later in my life that really and truly made me aware that "something" was going on in my life.
Frankly even 18 years after it happened, I am still so scared that I have never told anyone. I need to sleep on it, literally