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Hi Coleman. Like king Arthur said in the holy grail, run away, run away! I did the forum in the mid eighties at the behest of my na friends. It was a travelling sideshow/ revival that whisks into town, grabs everyone's money that's in a 12 step group, and disappears into the ethers. After reading the other posts I do remember the hard sell/ bullying that went on to get me to get that money so I could go to this absolutely life changing thing. It was basically a sleep deprived boot camp for mystic followers of bill w. The reason they bully is cuz they have no reason to offer. They told me to "imagine the possibility of forgiving the people you hate the most" or something to that effect. I thought for 2 seconds and said that's easy, my parents! So I forgave them with na's and Jesus' blessing and floated out on angels wings. The weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders. I arose from the culty water to start my life anew and sin no more. Sorry about all the creepy religious metaphors but it was a creepy experience. I was exploited again. I also paid more than they're charging now. It was all the money in the world to me cuz I was young and poor. They said we don't care how you get it. Steal it if you have to but get that money and come to the show! I went to acoa (adult children of alcoholics) around that time which was brand spankin new. I thought all this childhood stuff is stupid, I'm outta here. I'ts a whole bunch of people belly-achin about the past. I was done with my past cuz I got saved by the forum. Fast forward 3 decades. I listen to Stef and find out I might need therapy. I find out all of my dysfunction has it's roots in my not so wonderful childhood. That same childhood that I had been bragging about since I went to the forum and decided to forgive my abusers so I could love them and hang out with them to make jesus and na happy. Sorry this is so long but I feel too passionate about this topic to be able to leave it alone. If the forum had a face I would like 5 minutes alone with it and a baseball bat. It's not bad that I forgave my abusers. It's bad that I forgave and forgot, meaning I did not process while the abuse was fresh in my mind.