Janice's journey

This biography is made based on the diary of a young woman who lived in many years in Denmark before she went on a holiday at her birthmother’s county. Her values and morale is based on her upbringing in Denmark which some might consider offending. However in order to truly understand how she experienced her stay in the United States the cultural influences has to be considered a major contributor to her choices both before, under and after her stay.

Second the names of individual youth transport firms, wilderness programs and boarding schools are not mentioned. It is not a question about being for or against various companies offering emotional growth. It is strictly a story about how Janice as she has chosen to call herself experienced a number of incidents which left life changing marks on her adult life.

This biography is co-authored because Janice wanted to have her story published in both Danish and English.


7. Angela and Chelsea

We had been driving for maybe an hour when Angela started to talk. She told me that they had a youth transport firm helping teenagers in the at-risk category to find help by transporting them to various wilderness programs and therapeutic boarding schools. They both had a past in the army with the supply troops. When they had fulfilled the contract with the army they had been contacted by youth transport firm due to their knowledge about logistic. After some years they left to start their own business.


They also informed me that they had chosen to drive me all the way to Utah because I had run in the past and the necessary mechanical restraints would impose difficulties in the airport. She apologized for the use of restraints but she stressed that the restraint was for safety of me. She also told me that we had to sleep at a hotel during the trip. Breaks would also happen when needed.


I was tired so I fell asleep.


I woke when Angela shook me and told me that it was time for breakfast. I was confused. Was this a dream? They unbolted the shackles so I could leave the van. They didn’t release me. Did they expect me to walk into a cafeteria shackled in full view of ordinary people? Angela took a Poncho out of the van and did put it over my head. It covered most of the restraints. Only the shackles were visible and they were left on. Angela supported me because I was not used to take so small steps. 


I blushed when we entered the cafeteria. There were not many guests. The manager asked if it was Missouri or Utah this time like it was normal. It was surreal. How could this be normal for anybody?


They told me that I could chose whatever I liked from the menu freely because as they told the choices in the wilderness would not be many so I could just as well put on some weight now. They freed one of my arms so I could eat. It was still like I was a part of a dream.


After breakfast I asked if I could use the toilet. The owner gave Angela the key. I was allowed to take all the restraints of beside the shackles. When I was finished they put in on me again and we drove on.


It felt like we were driving forever. The countryside was only consisting of field after field with small towns we went through without stops. When we took a break it seemed like they had certain cafeterias where the owner knew what kind of business they ran. Some of the other customers noticed my condition and talked quietly but most seemed not to care at all. The Poncho covered most of the restraints but the sound of the shackles gave me away. I felt so humiliated. My body began to protest due to the restraints. The leather straps going around my shoulders held my body rigid and it hurt. Angela must have noticed because at one of the stops she gave me a little massage. As she told me they had purchased the restraint system from a former correctional officer from Kansas because most teenagers had such irritating stooping position. Years later when I was back in Denmark I happened to have rented a DVD with a version of the novel “In cold Blood”. I had to run out and vomit when I recognized the restraint system.


It was now close to evening. We came to a small town called North Platte. Angela told me that it was a huge hub for railroads and the river we passed ended up in Mississippi river. Chelsea told me that women in her family had been a part of what had been the world largest cafeteria during World War II. Soldiers being transported across the United States on their way to battle all passed through this town. We found a hotel. Chelsea had a sleeping bag and she elected to sleep on the floor. Angela may the choice of a chair. I was placed on the bed and had to sleep in restraints which I protested. They ignored me and I realized that I had no choice in the matter. Chelsea made the light out and I eventually slept.

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