Drug Addiction Stories & Info

You might think this title to be odd for a tale, especially one week before Mother’s Day. However this story, brought to you by Narconon, has an happy ending. It shows that the love of a mother is more powerful than addiction.

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The most wonderful thing that has ever happened in my life was born on Oct 17, 2006. She had a head of full, dark hair and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. I named her Atiya. I’d never known such joy in all my life. Being a single parent was tough, and I had my share of hard times, but she always made me smile. Always. I couldn’t bring myself to go back to work until she was 4 months old. I cried that first day back.

We were so close. We made each other laugh, and her smile was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. We loved going to the park, and getting ice cream. She’d say, “we’re buddies, huh mom”. Life was sweet for the two of us until the car accident. A drunk driver clipped us while we drove to the park. I remember waking up and the first thing I said was “Is Atiya Ok?” Thankfully, she was bruised and had a few cuts, but I was able to call my Mother to come get her from the hospital. I had to mend a bit before I went home.

Four days after the accident, I and my cracked rib went home to be with my precious baby. It hurt like hell, but they gave me some Oxycontin for the pain. I couldn’t lift Atiya up, but I could still be with her. Atiya didn’t leave my side for days after I got home. She was like a little mama the way she showed concern. She would even go to the refrigerator and get me a soda. It took a while getting used to the Oxycontin. At first, it made me sleep, but it eased the pain, and in a way, made me feel incredible. After a few days, I didn’t sleep as much, but the pain was so bad, I started taking two pills instead of just one. It felt good to relax and also to have the pain lessened.

Atiya and I would read and play games, but I had a hard time keeping up with her. I would call my Mom to get her quite often, which I never used to do. She used to say I was “hogging” Atiya because I never wanted to let her go anywhere without me. Mom loved having her at her house, and Atiya missed me, but she had fun there. Meanwhile, I enjoyed taking my Oxy and relaxing. I still couldn’t work, so I pretty much had all day to do what I wanted. I did have to go to my doctor for more pain medication. Since the rib hadn’t healed, he wrote a prescription right away.

I’m not sure what happened, but one day, I lifted something I shouldn’t have, and my rib just hurt SO badly. I went to the Emergency room, but I hadn’t done any damage. They gave me more Oxy and sent me home. I was truly in pain…a LOT of pain. I ended up chewing the Oxycontin instead of taking it whole. I cannot describe how fantastic I felt. The pain went away, and I didn’t have a care in the world! Since I hadn’t been able to work, I had begun playing computer games to pass the time, especially when Atiya was at my Mom’s house. Chewing some Oxy and playing games became routine.

Atiya would come home, and I’d read to her, but really all I wanted to do was be alone and enjoy my Oxy and my games. She was cute, I’ll give her that, but I just didn’t want to be bothered. I’d end up calling Mom before the day was out to have her pick up Atiya. Mom started to get worried, but I told her I’d be fine after the rib healed. She commented that it should already be healing, but I brushed it off. I had moved up to chewing two Oxycontin every couple of hours, but the doctor was starting to hesitate prescribing more. So, I went to another clinic and got more.

That went on for months. I became like a zombie. All I did was play my computer games, talk on the phone with my friends, and little else. Atiya rarely came home anymore, but she called every night. It probably would have continued like that except for one pivotal moment. My Mom brought Atiya over, unannounced. She wanted to play a game with me, but I told her I was tired. She turned to my Mother and said something I will never forget…”Grandma, why doesn’t Mommy like me anymore”. In that moment…I don’t know…I had a glimpse of the past and I saw us together as we once were. Laughing, playing, just being “buddies”.

For the first time in months, I looked, I mean really looked at my baby girl. I saw her tears and my heart sank. I wanted to run into my room, chew some Oxy and forget, but my Mom said; “Your Mommy loves you, Atiya. And to prove it, she is going to get help”. Thank God I walked out that door with my Mother and my little girl to go to rehab. Otherwise, I don’t know that I ever would have gotten back my relationship with my beautiful daughter. How could I have given all of that up for a drug? I still can’t answer that, I just know that Oxy almost cost me the most precious thing in my life, and I’m glad it didn’t. Read more…

The following is an addiction story about a regular dad who gets hooked on Oxy. This one is a fictional story. Unfortunately,  it is based on real life events and there is currently too many people who live similar nightmares, and their stories are not always ending  as good as this one. Here at Narconon, we have helped many families over the years to make sure that their addiction stories have a happy ending.

Two years ago, I was a “normal” person. I had a job, and while it was nothing spectacular, it paid the bills. I also had friends, a home, and two relatively well adjusted teenaged kids. All of that changed the day I pulled a muscle in my shoulder and got a prescription for OxyContin from my doctor. I remember how much pain I was in and how the OxyContin eased that pain…but it brought on another in a much different way.

After about a week on the Oxy, I realized the pain was much better, but it didn’t stop me from continuing taking the drug. In fact, I went to the doctor for more, only I told him that the pain wasn’t better. When I did get more, I tried crushing the pill to experience that wonderful high that Oxy brings. Oh yeah, I was addicted to OxyContin and it was getting worse. Although I had never before injected any kind of drug, I had heard that injecting Oxy was a very nice high, so…I tried it. I felt so incredible! I felt relaxed and yet enlightened. My body and my mind both felt so immensely pleasant. The high didn’t last too long, but I thought it was worth it, so I continued doing it.

By that time, my kids began to grumble that I had changed and just “wasn’t myself”. My doctor gave me a lecture about how Oxy can be addictive and refused to prescribe anymore. So, I went to another doctor and got more OxyContin. My boss was on my case about missing a couple days of work, but to me, getting high was worth it. I didn’t hang out with my friends as much because they didn’t do Oxy, or any other drug for that matter. All that began to matter to me was Oxycontin, and getting high.

Several weeks went by, and I couldn’t get another prescription, so I began to scout out how to buy it without a prescription. It was surprisingly easy to get information. I hated paying so much even for a few pills, but I needed it. I stopped taking the kids places because I couldn’t afford it, what with missing a lot of work and needing the money for Oxy. I really stopped doing anything at all for or with them. If I did interact with them, it included a lot of accusing and yelling.

One day, while buying some Oxy, my “dealer”…ha, that sounds so melodramatic, because by this time, she was a friend. Anyway, she asked if I’d ever tried Heroin, since I enjoyed injecting Oxy. She offered me some, and I will never, EVER forget that high. It was similar to injecting Oxy, but yet had just a little bit more of a kick. Well, instead of buying OxyContin that day, I bought Heroin instead.

My kids, and my friends all began to gripe at me and complain, and I really hated being around them. I spent most of my time in my room shooting up. I lost my job, so I had to begin slowly withdrawing money from savings and the kids’ accounts to make ends meet and get my Heroin. My Mom and I were never close, so occasionally I would go over there and take some money out of her purse. She probably never even missed it (or so I thought).

In all of the time since I began doing heroin, I never even considered the feelings of my kids or my friends, and certainly not my mother. The kids and I moved, because I couldn’t pay rent on time. Food was pretty scarce, so they ate at friends’ houses a lot. Then came the day my Mother called and asked me out to lunch. I thought it was odd, but I was hungry! I didn’t know what was in store for me that day, but I found out.

She said she had to stop back at her house, so I followed her in. Sitting there in her living room were my kids, one of my friends, and some guy I’d never seen before. The look on their faces said it all, and my entire mood shifted. My kids had planned an intervention. That was to become the worst, and the best day of my life.

There were a lot of tears, and I could barely handle the emotion and the guilt I felt about everything they were saying. Oddly, I was also angry because it felt like they had betrayed me. Long story short—I agreed to go to rehab. Actually, one of the big reasons I did it was just to get out of there and to escape all of that emotion. That was the last day I did heroin. In actuality, that is just the beginning of the entire story, but that is a lot to happen in two short years, and all because I hurt my shoulder. In that time, I had had my first dose of Oxy, became addicted, and switched to heroin.

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As odd as it may seem, my OxyContin addiction began with the words “make the pain go away”. I said them to a doctor in the emergency room when I broke my leg in two places. If only I knew then what I know now, things might be different. Well, the doctor prescribed OxyContin to ease the pain and told me that the pills were time released, so they should work for up to twelve hours.

I do remember that when taking that first OxyContin, the pain was eased dramatically. I also noticed that, well, it just made me feel good. I felt relaxed and had this overwhelming sense of well being. Yeah, my leg was broken…but when I took that Oxy, I just couldn’t care less. Well, the first problem was that since it masked the pain (and the problem); I started overworking the leg, which took it longer to heal. As inconvenient as that was, at least I got more OxyContin. I thought all of my problems were solved. Wrong. Read more…