Drug Addiction Stories

Having had 3 older children, I knew how rough the teen years could be. My youngest son actually started out in adolescence on a pretty good note. I began to think he wouldn’t give me the trouble my others did. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He started to get more and more irritable but he also started acting more bizarre. At one point, when he was 15, he asked me to buy him alcohol. “No, I won’t buy you alcohol! What is wrong with you? You’re not even old enough to drink!” He told me “never mind, it’s no big deal anyway”. If nothing else, that gave me the heads-up that he was drinking, or at least thinking of drinking.

Sure enough, that weekend he came home drunk. He hadn’t expected me to be up waiting for him, but I was. I knew better than to try to argue with someone who was drunk but the next day, I confronted him. I told him I would not have drinking OR drunks in my home and that if he couldn’t quit on his own, we’d get him help. He started ranting and raving about how I was making a big deal out of nothing and he didn’t have any problem. Then he left the house.

I went down to his room and what do I find? A bottle of Vodka under his bed. I didn’t know if I should cry or scream. My little boy was obviously an alcoholic. Not knowing where to turn, I called our family doctor. My son was still a minor, after all, and I could have him admitted to the hospital. The doctor suggested that a holistic rehab may be a better idea but to make sure my son knew that it was that, or the hospital.

I found a good rehab that didn’t use drugs and it was an inpatient center. I had my brother come over for the big confrontation with my son. “Son, you may not believe it right now, but I love you and I want what is best for you”. I had his attention. I had his very suspicious attention. I told him I knew about his stash and that he was an alcoholic. I didn’t let him interrupt. “You can go to the hospital and be strapped to a bed or you can go to rehab and get all of the help you need”. He got up to leave and my brother stopped him. “She’s not playing, sport”, he said. “Make your choice”. After about an hour of ranting, raving and trying to leave, he chose rehab. We had him there in 30 minutes. I honestly believe that had I not taken the steps I did, my son may not be here today.