If you have come to this page in a frame from another site, Click here to break free . Most of my youth had been invested in vain pursuits of one kind or another in an attempt to locate an identity I could call my own.
Most kids go through that.
But Synanon became much more. But, of course, it failed. I despaired of my life, and I knew that I was dying. I took no food for days. My parents were in retirement in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri at this time.