Christian Summer Camp Horror Stories, Volunteer Edition:
They did not employ a nurse or have anyone with formal first aid training working there.
They had a policy to keep children at camp even if they were throwing up. You were never to call their parents.
They had a lift that was broken and everyone knew just to watch carefully for the signs that it was about to free fall while you were using it so you could hold on.
We were supposed to have breaks (1 half hour per 12+ hour day) but they didnât always happen. Those who worked through breaks got praise and those who complained about not having them got shamed.
Volunteers had to surrender their cell phones and were not allowed to call home except on weekends, even then they had to use the phone in the hallway so everyone could hear you.
If we had a problem we were not to talk to our families and friends back home but instead the owner of the camp who was our âmotherâ while we were at camp.
The volunteer form had the option to mark what you were not willing to do but it meant nothing once you got there. Youâd be spiritually pressured into doing what they wanted eventually.
Mental breakdowns of volunteers were actually pretty common. Once a volunteer ran away and slept in a nearby field for the night. Another time a volunteer locked himself in the boys dorms and didnât let anyone else in for an entire day. Another cried every night from the stress. I myself had a meltdown in front of the rest of staff after leadership assigned me something I wasnât capable of and then ignored me when I tried to tell them.
When my volunteer time was up they made a public announcement that I was leaving to try and shame me into staying longer. When it didnât work they made a member of leadership take me on a private walk and try to talk me into staying longer. When even that didnât work, I got cornered by the owner who tried to spiritually manipulate me into staying longer.
The co-owner physically assaulted me as a 14 year old and then bullied me the rest of the time I volunteered there (which was years).
The co-owner also called an Asian camper âChinaâ the whole time she was there because he couldnât remember her name.
The camp as a whole was also racist towards the indigenous campers (regularly stated they were all thieves and trouble makers).
They had a dress code for volunteers but it was mostly just for the women. They had a policy that if a male volunteer complained, a female volunteer could be forced to change- even if she was already following dress code.
They had a volunteer who was repeatedly aggressive with other volunteers (and leadership) but was allowed to stay because his mother worked there as well.
The same volunteer cut out a picture of Ellen from a cereal box and tacked it to the staff lounge wall. When asked about it he said he was âcrucifying her for being a lesbianâ. Nobody in leadership cared.
I was also there the day gay marriage got legalized in the United States and almost every volunteer started going through their Facebook and unfriending everyone who posted positively about it.
The year I left was the year they put in their policy that you couldnât be gay and work there.