When I was a junior in high school, I signed on to be on the staff of a crisis center hotline that was just being opened in Menominee, Michigan, no doubt funded a grant of some sort. I was reminded of it by a thread that @Lon Tanner started on transactional analysis, and I don't want to step on that one, so I'll reserve my comments on the subject of TA and the "I'm OK, You're OK" book to that thread, except to say that it was one of the books that were used to train us to staff the hotline. I didn't know a thing about the origins of the hotline, or about the people who were responsible for it since I never saw any of them after the first couple of weeks. Someone left me notes from time to time, however. I was fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen years old when I was involved in the crisis center. I think I was in the first group they recruited for it since it didn't seem to be a fully-formed idea. We began in the summer, working with some adults during the day shift, who would listen to everything we said while on the phone with someone, and I strongly suspected that some of the calls we received were made as a part of our training. When school started, I worked four-hour shifts after school and eight-hour shifts from midnight to 8 am on Fridays and Saturdays. During the weekend midnight shifts, there were just two of us, myself and a girl my age from Menominee named Donna. I forget her last name now. Before long. only the day shift was staffed by adults, probably because anyone who might be touring the place with respect to grants and publicity stuff would be there during the weekdays. All phone calls were recorded, and someone was listening to them, or at least to some of them because I would receive notes from them sometimes when I came in to work. The crisis center was located in an old shop in downtown Menominee, along the marina. When the mall opened, the downtown area pretty much died and was populated largely by hippies. Some of the former department stores were converted into apartments, but many of them were empty. We weren't supposed to allow anyone into the building at night, and we pretty much followed that rule because things could easily get out of hand, otherwise. There were exceptions, and I'll discuss them in another post later.