It all begins with a thought.

If we never change negative thinking, we will never change negative behavior.

Larry Lloyd, Founder of ACCI

40+ years of Cognitive Lifeskills experience

ACCI (American Community Corrections Institute) is an international evidence-based provider of cognitive lifeskills courses and programs. Our unique blend of curriculum includes cognitive restructuring, self-directed learning and a narrative approach which helps individuals overcome their self-defeating thoughts and behaviors.

43 years
of industry experience

75 courses
effective, research-driven

~1,000,000
courses completed annually

10
evidence-based reports and research studies

We equip schools and districts with a cognitive/behavior intervention curriculum and platform.

VISIT SITE

A leader for reducing recidivism rates.

VISIT SITE

Our Technology

Lifeskills Link™

Lifeskills Link is a robust and user friendly web-based referral system which allows referring professionals ( or which allows correctional and educational professionals) to assign individuals to complete one of our cognitive life skills courses. This is the tool that behavioral change professionals have been waiting for.

Online Lifeskills™

Online Lifeskills is our integrated LMS (Learning Management System). Agencies can choose to have a custom portal and run courses and programs locally or they can refer students to us.

MEET THE TEAM

Trevor Lloyd, MS President
Angeline Lloyd, MA LMFT VP, Clinical Advisor
Nephi Sanchez eLearning Architect

Derrin Hill, MBA VP Sales
Richard Long, MSW, MEd Partnership Manager

AFFILIATES

San Diego

Colorado & Wyoming

Southern Texas

Namibia, Africa

North Carolina

Michigan

Georgia

Arizona

Ohio & Indiana

Montana

Kentucky

Central Texas

Northern Texas

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Meet Larry Lloyd, ACCI Lifeskills Founder

The following and other similar stories are based on personal experiences and years of conducting life skills classes, which are found throughout the cognitive restructuring courses written by Mr. Lloyd.

It was the summer of 1952; Jason was 9 years old. The hot California sun was beating down on the boy’s old military two-person tent. Because of what had happened the night before, he was afraid to go into the house. Beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead. His best friend, Queenie, part dog and part coyote, came into the tent begging to go play in the river bottom. The river bottom, filled with ponds and turtles, was his escape.

Suddenly, memories of the night before grabbed his gut and depressed him. His dad was a pipe fitter and made good money, but spent it in the local bar treating his cronies, acting big, then coming home with precious little for rent, food, and clothing. Jason’s mother begged the lad, as she had before, to go to the bar and beg money from his father. As Jason left to do as she asked, he remembered being evicted from their last house, with all their belongings put outside.

Entering the bar, he surprised and embarrassed his father as he begged out loud for money. When his dad opened his wallet to give him some money, Jason grabbed all of it and hightailed it out the door. His father, half drunk, came after him, but hit the corner of a pool table and went down cussing. Jason, running with his bicycle through the gravel parking lot, tried to stuff the money in his pockets and hop on. He was hotly pursued by his father until his father stumbled and went down, barely missing a grab for Jason’s bicycle. Bloodied and hurt, his father hollered out severe warnings against the boy.