I was a child when I was sent to Yes We Can Youth Clinics in the Netherlands.
I thought I was going there to get better.
Ten weeks later, I came out believing they had saved my life.
I defended them. I repeated their language. I believed in the programme so completely that I could not see what had happened to me.
Now, years later, I believe I was brainwashed.
From the moment I arrived, control was everywhere.
My phone was taken.
My passport was taken.
My money was taken.
For ten weeks, I was cut off from my family. When I was eventually allowed phone calls, they were monitored.
Even speaking required permission.
If I wanted to say something in a group, I had to put my arm out and wait until I was allowed to talk.
I was pressured to reveal deeply private details about my trauma, my sex life and my past in front of other people.
I was sexually humiliated in public.
I was blamed for being raped.
I was taken off all my medication.
My mental health deteriorated badly.
And then something even more frightening happened.
I started becoming part of it.
I learned the language.
I used it on other patients.
I confronted people. I shamed people who were struggling. I believed that crying could be self-pity, that disagreement could be manipulation, that distress could be attention-seeking.
At the time, I thought I was helping them.
That is one of the hardest things for me to live with.
Then, near the end of my stay, everything changed.
The criticism softened.
I was praised.
I was given privileges.
I was made to feel special.
Chosen.
Successful.
Looking back, I believe this was love bombing.
By the time I left, they barely needed to convince me of anything anymore.
I was doing it for them.
I defended the clinic.
I spoke about it like it had rescued me.
Other former patients returned to promote it. Some even got Yes We Can tattoos..
Because the most disturbing part was not that I was forced to defend them.
It was that, once I left, nobody had to force me at all.
I did it willingly.
It took me years to understand that the person who walked out of that clinic was not the same person who had walked in.
And it took even longer to question why.
If you attended Yes We Can Youth Clinics, worked there, or had a family member who went through the programme, I want to hear from you.
You can remain anonymous.
You do not have to defend what happened to you.
You do not have to minimise it.
And you do not have to tell your story alone.

I need help to expose the truth

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I was a child when I was sent to Yes We Can Youth Clinics in the Netherlands.
I thought I was going there to get better.
Ten weeks later, I came out believing they had saved my life.
I defended them. I repeated their language. I believed in the programme so completely that I could not see what had happened to me.
Now, years later, I believe I was brainwashed.
From the moment I arrived, control was everywhere.
My phone was taken.
My passport was taken.
My money was taken.
For ten weeks, I was cut off from my family. When I was eventually allowed phone calls, they were monitored.
Even speaking required permission.
If I wanted to say something in a group, I had to put my arm out and wait until I was allowed to talk.
I was pressured to reveal deeply private details about my trauma, my sex life and my past in front of other people.
I was sexually humiliated in public.
I was blamed for being raped.
I was taken off all my medication.
My mental health deteriorated badly.
And then something even more frightening happened.
I started becoming part of it.
I learned the language.
I used it on other patients.
I confronted people. I shamed people who were struggling. I believed that crying could be self-pity, that disagreement could be manipulation, that distress could be attention-seeking.
At the time, I thought I was helping them.
That is one of the hardest things for me to live with.
Then, near the end of my stay, everything changed.
The criticism softened.
I was praised.
I was given privileges.
I was made to feel special.
Chosen.
Successful.
Looking back, I believe this was love bombing.
By the time I left, they barely needed to convince me of anything anymore.
I was doing it for them.
I defended the clinic.
I spoke about it like it had rescued me.
Other former patients returned to promote it. Some even got Yes We Can tattoos..
Because the most disturbing part was not that I was forced to defend them.
It was that, once I left, nobody had to force me at all.
I did it willingly.
It took me years to understand that the person who walked out of that clinic was not the same person who had walked in.
And it took even longer to question why.
If you attended Yes We Can Youth Clinics, worked there, or had a family member who went through the programme, I want to hear from you.
You can remain anonymous.
You do not have to defend what happened to you.
You do not have to minimise it.
And you do not have to tell your story alone.

Shareyourstory.truth@Gmail.com

I was a child when I was sent to Yes We Can Youth Clinics in the Netherlands.
I thought I was going there to get better.
Ten weeks later, I came out believing they had saved my life.
I defended them. I repeated their language. I believed in the programme so completely that I could not see what had happened to me.
Now, years later, I believe I was brainwashed.
From the moment I arrived, control was everywhere.
My phone was taken.
My passport was taken.
My money was taken.
For ten weeks, I was cut off from my family. When I was eventually allowed phone calls, they were monitored.
Even speaking required permission.
If I wanted to say something in a group, I had to put my arm out and wait until I was allowed to talk.
I was pressured to reveal deeply private details about my trauma, my sex life and my past in front of other people.
I was sexually humiliated in public.
I was blamed for being raped.
I was taken off all my medication.
My mental health deteriorated badly.
And then something even more frightening happened.
I started becoming part of it.
I learned the language.
I used it on other patients.
I confronted people. I shamed people who were struggling. I believed that crying could be self-pity, that disagreement could be manipulation, that distress could be attention-seeking.
At the time, I thought I was helping them.
That is one of the hardest things for me to live with.
Then, near the end of my stay, everything changed.
The criticism softened.
I was praised.
I was given privileges.
I was made to feel special.
Chosen.
Successful.
Looking back, I believe this was love bombing.
By the time I left, they barely needed to convince me of anything anymore.
I was doing it for them.
I defended the clinic.
I spoke about it like it had rescued me.
Other former patients returned to promote it. Some even got Yes We Can tattoos..
Because the most disturbing part was not that I was forced to defend them.
It was that, once I left, nobody had to force me at all.
I did it willingly.
It took me years to understand that the person who walked out of that clinic was not the same person who had walked in.
And it took even longer to question why.
If you attended Yes We Can Youth Clinics, worked there, or had a family member who went through the programme, I want to hear from you.
You can remain anonymous.
You do not have to defend what happened to you.
You do not have to minimise it.
And you do not have to tell your story alone.

Shareyourstory.truth@Gmail.com

I was a child when I was sent to Yes We Can Youth Clinics in the Netherlands.
I thought I was going there to get better.
Ten weeks later, I came out believing they had saved my life.
I defended them. I repeated their language. I believed in the programme so completely that I could not see what had happened to me.
Now, years later, I believe I was brainwashed.
From the moment I arrived, control was everywhere.
My phone was taken.
My passport was taken.
My money was taken.
For ten weeks, I was cut off from my family. When I was eventually allowed phone calls, they were monitored.
Even speaking required permission.
If I wanted to say something in a group, I had to put my arm out and wait until I was allowed to talk.
I was pressured to reveal deeply private details about my trauma, my sex life and my past in front of other people.
I was sexually humiliated in public.
I was blamed for being raped.
I was taken off all my medication.
My mental health deteriorated badly.
And then something even more frightening happened.
I started becoming part of it.
I learned the language.
I used it on other patients.
I confronted people. I shamed people who were struggling. I believed that crying could be self-pity, that disagreement could be manipulation, that distress could be attention-seeking.
At the time, I thought I was helping them.
That is one of the hardest things for me to live with.
Then, near the end of my stay, everything changed.
The criticism softened.
I was praised.
I was given privileges.
I was made to feel special.
Chosen.
Successful.
Looking back, I believe this was love bombing.
By the time I left, they barely needed to convince me of anything anymore.
I was doing it for them.
I defended the clinic.
I spoke about it like it had rescued me.
Other former patients returned to promote it. Some even got Yes We Can tattoos..
Because the most disturbing part was not that I was forced to defend them.
It was that, once I left, nobody had to force me at all.
I did it willingly.
It took me years to understand that the person who walked out of that clinic was not the same person who had walked in.
And it took even longer to question why.
If you attended Yes We Can Youth Clinics, worked there, or had a family member who went through the programme, I want to hear from you.
You can remain anonymous.
You do not have to defend what happened to you.
You do not have to minimise it.
And you do not have to tell your story alone.

Shareyourstory.truth@Gmail.com

I was a child when I was sent to Yes We Can Youth Clinics in the Netherlands.
I thought I was going there to get better.
Ten weeks later, I came out believing they had saved my life.
I defended them. I repeated their language. I believed in the programme so completely that I could not see what had happened to me.
Now, years later, I believe I was brainwashed.
From the moment I arrived, control was everywhere.
My phone was taken.
My passport was taken.
My money was taken.
For ten weeks, I was cut off from my family. When I was eventually allowed phone calls, they were monitored.
Even speaking required permission.
If I wanted to say something in a group, I had to put my arm out and wait until I was allowed to talk.
I was pressured to reveal deeply private details about my trauma, my sex life and my past in front of other people.
I was sexually humiliated in public.
I was blamed for being raped.
I was taken off all my medication.
My mental health deteriorated badly.
And then something even more frightening happened.
I started becoming part of it.
I learned the language.
I used it on other patients.
I confronted people. I shamed people who were struggling. I believed that crying could be self-pity, that disagreement could be manipulation, that distress could be attention-seeking.
At the time, I thought I was helping them.
That is one of the hardest things for me to live with.
Then, near the end of my stay, everything changed.
The criticism softened.
I was praised.
I was given privileges.
I was made to feel special.
Chosen.
Successful.
Looking back, I believe this was love bombing.
By the time I left, they barely needed to convince me of anything anymore.
I was doing it for them.
I defended the clinic.
I spoke about it like it had rescued me.
Other former patients returned to promote it. Some even got Yes We Can tattoos..
Because the most disturbing part was not that I was forced to defend them.
It was that, once I left, nobody had to force me at all.
I did it willingly.
It took me years to understand that the person who walked out of that clinic was not the same person who had walked in.
And it took even longer to question why.
If you attended Yes We Can Youth Clinics, worked there, or had a family member who went through the programme, I want to hear from you.
You can remain anonymous.
You do not have to defend what happened to you.
You do not have to minimise it.
And you do not have to tell your story alone.

Shareyourstory.truth@Gmail.com

I was sent to Yes We Can Youth Clinics in the Netherlands for treatment.
I left brainwashed into believing they had saved my life.

My phone, passport and money were taken. I went five weeks without seeing my family. Our calls were monitored. We couldn’t even speak freely in groups. If we wanted to talk, we had to put our arm out and wait for permission.

We were pushed to reveal intensely private things about our trauma, sex lives and pasts in front of everyone. I was sexually humiliated and blamed for being raped.

I was taken off all of my medication and became seriously mentally unwell.
But the part that scares me most is what happened to my mind.
I started repeating their language. I started shaming and confronting other patients. I stopped trusting my own feelings because anything could become “self pity”, “manipulation” or proof I wasn’t taking recovery
seriously.

Then, near the end, the treatment completely changed. Suddenly there was praise, affection, privileges and approval. Looking back, it was .
And it worked.

I left loving Yes We Can. I defended them. Former fellows were recruited and promoted the clinic for free. Some were so loyal they even got
Yes We Can tattoos.
That is why I believe it was cult like.
They didn’t need to convince me I was being harmed. They convinced me the harm was saving me.
It took years for me to realise that.
If you attended Yes We Can, worked there, or had a family member there, I want to hear what happened to you.

13 former patients and two former staff members told The Telegraph they experienced serious mistreatment at the clinic.

ARTICLE ON TELEGRAPH

Young women who had survived rape or sexual assault allege they were publicly blamed, humiliated and shamed during group therapy. One former patient says a staff member told her: “Your rape was your fault because you were too busy doing drugs.” Yes We Can says any staff member doing this would be acting against its clinical standards.
One former patient says she was forced to wear a heavy backpack, climb sand dunes for hours, was repeatedly insulted with “You’re fat. You’re worthless. No one likes you,” and alleges a staff member pushed her into the sand.
Another patient describes a therapy exercise where someone was placed in a harness while other patients pulled ropes attached to it, shouted their insecurities, and were expected to participate or be targeted themselves.
A former patient alleges that after a suicide attempt inside the clinic, a counsellor responded: “No, you didn’t, you’re just trying to get back at me.”
One woman says everyone in the group was instructed to call her a “prize pig” and oink at her after she disclosed being groomed and raped.
Multiple patients allege they were required to describe sexual assaults in detail in front of mixed therapy groups.
Young women alleges counsellors falsely told her that her best friend was embarrassed by her, hated her and never wanted to see her again, when the actual letter ended with “I love you so much, my best friend for life” and “I can’t wait to see you and give you a big hug.”
One former patient says staff convinced him he had become homeless, took him to a homeless shelter, and let him believe for an entire day that his parents no longer wanted him.
A former employee alleges staff sometimes mocked patients, discussed finding clients attractive because they were close in age, and that hiring focused heavily on people’s personal recovery stories rather than professional qualifications.
A former coach says he received no formal training before working with highly vulnerable young people and alleges that after a patient died following a suicide attempt, coaches had not been informed psychiatrists had identified the patient as a suicide risk.
The article reports that a former Yes We Can coach is awaiting trial in the Netherlands after being accused of offences relating to allegedly posing online as a pro anorexia coach and exploiting vulnerable girls. This allegation is separate from the claims about treatment methods.

Someone please try and post the link to the article