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 Trois-Rivieres, 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.

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OxyContin Addiction Treatment by Narconon Trois-Rivieres

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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 Trois-Rivieres, 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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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.

Pain or not, I started taking more and more of the OxyContin, just because it felt good. Even when the leg healed, I exaggerated the pain to get more Oxy from the doctor. By the time they took the cast off, I was chewing the pills (two at a time), so I could feel the high sooner, and stronger. The wife looked up OxyContin online and revealed something that would lead to my next stage of OxyContin addiction. She said: “You’re already chewing them, and taking them more than prescribed. Next, you’ll be mixing it with water and injecting it!” “Hmmm, I thought, I hadn’t thought of that!”  Of course, she was trying to point out that she saw an addiction and wanted me to do something about it, but she didn’t expect what I did do.

Yep, next thing I know, I’m playing around with mixing it and injecting it. Finding access to needles wasn’t an issue. Hiding them from my wife was. She also thought that the doctor would stop prescribing them, but he didn’t. Well, not for a long time anyway. When he did, I just changed doctors. I found one that would prescribe them.

Oh, along the way, I did lose my wife due to my addiction. I also lost my house since I never went back to work after breaking my leg. I cared, but not enough to stop taking the OxyContin. In fact, I somehow reasoned it was a reason to take even more. I wish I could say that I am not addicted anymore, but I am. I am just through the detox part of rehab, and let me tell you, it was hard. It was not as hard as losing my family and home, but hard. I have a long way to go, and even now, I still crave it. I have to learn to live again without the OxyContin. It won’t be easy, but I’m determined to do it.

Before my addiction, I heard the stories too. I just never applied them to myself. I wasn’t a druggy. I wasn’t a street person. I really thought I was above all of that. Never in a million years did I think I would have an OxyContin addiction. I certainly never thought it would begin with the words, “make the pain go away.”

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Even though I had taken 2 Oxycontin pills when I left the pharmacy, I took 2 more when I got home. It felt so good, and so right. I began to act like Oxy was going to disappear from the earth. I started taking 4 pills at a time, thinking I wouldn’t be able to get more when the prescription had run out. Then, I figured out they lasted longer if I chewed them instead of swallowing them. Well, they did for a while anyway.

My boyfriend, Jake and I started arguing a lot more because he didn’t like me taking the Oxycontin. The more we argued, the more Oxy I took. The more Oxy I took, the more we argued. It became a vicious cycle. One day, after I got home from yet another doctor and getting more OxyContin, my boyfriend took the pill bottle. I was so mad, and tried to take the bottle away from him, but he wouldn’t let go. I kicked him in the leg and told him to give me my damn medicine. “Medicine”, he scoffed. “Your drug of choice is more like it.” Well, I got rid of him. I threw him out.

There was a guy that I would always see at the drug store when I went to get my prescriptions, and he liked OxyContin too. We started seeing each other. He knew other ways of getting Oxy, but knew a lot of doctors that would hand them out easily too. It’s funny that I had gotten so into Oxy after I really thought I had it under control. Mark (my new boyfriend) showed me how to snort the crushed pills too.

I saw Jake, my former boyfriend one day while shopping. He hugged me, but then shook his head. Behind me was a mirror, and he turned me around to face the mirror. “Who ARE you?” he said softly. I was shocked at what I saw. Was this me? I had dark circles under my eyes, my complexion was terrible…I looked ragged. I forced a slight chuckle and made an excuse to get out of there.

At home, I told Mark what happened. He laughed, handed me a couple of Oxy and said, “Here, this will help.” It did, of course, for a while. I just couldn’t get that image I saw in the mirror out of my head. I called Jake that night and asked him to help me. That is how I ended up here, in rehab and recalling my story. Yep, I thought I had it under control.

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Jake (my boyfriend) eventually recovered. He didn’t even finish his prescription for Oxy, so I finished it for him. No need for that money to go to waste, right? I even convinced him to get more from the doctor in case his back started hurting again. He put it in the medicine cabinet and forgot about it. But, I didn’t forget. I knew it was there and it made me very happy. I reasoned that I couldn’t be an addict since I only took 2 or 3 pills a day.

I would be high when Jake came home from work, and at first he thought it was funny. He stopped laughing pretty quickly though, when I asked him to go and get more OxyContin. He called me a “druggie” and pretty much blew it off until I kept bugging him to get more. He told me no. Actually, he told me “Hell no!” I figured I’d have to quit since he wouldn’t get any more, so I tried to just live without it. I thought about Oxy a lot, but was getting along without it. I really thought I had it under control.

A short time later, I had to go to the doctor to talk to him about allergy symptoms I was having. I don’t know what made me do it, but while I was there, I blurted out; “I fell down some steps and hurt my leg.” He couldn’t see anything wrong with it, (of course not… there WAS nothing wrong with it) but he gave me some OxyContin for the pain. I rushed… no, I broke land speed records getting to the pharmacy to fill that prescription. I didn’t even wait to get home to take 2 of the pills. I took them as soon as I got into my car.

OxyContin Addiction Story Continues… part 2

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Sandy had dreamed of being a Mother since she was a little child. She had to wait a long time for that dream to come true. Infertility issues prevented her from having a child until she was 29 years old. A baby wasn’t the only thing that would come into her life, however. The last thing she would have anticipated is becoming a drug addict.

She began to get headaches that prompted her to see a doctor. He gave her some Oxycontin for the pain. That first pill, that first wonderful pill would lead to her destruction. She felt euphoric and oddly at ease. Dealing with the baby was much easier at first. In fact, it helped her so much that she went back to refills to help her headaches (and her anxiety). The beginning of drug addiction was at hand. When the doctor refused a second refill, the darker side emerged.

Realizing that buying the drug illegally would be her only option, she began spending every penny she had on her addiction. At first it was the utility money, then the rent money, then the baby’s formula money. Since her preoccupation was obtaining drugs, her care of the baby faltered. Soon she was leaving him alone in order to go out and find her fix. This beautiful baby that she had dreamt of had become more of a nuisance. Feeding her drug addiction was more important.

When she ran out of her own money, she began to steal from family and friends. It didn’t take them long to realize she was a drug addict. They also realized that she was coming over alone many times, without the baby. When she did have the baby, she would leave him there, sometimes for as long as a few days. This went on for months until Family Services were called. Her drug addiction lead to her having Michael taken away from her. The baby she had wanted so badly and waited so long for was taken out of her home. All because of drug addiction, her dreams were shattered again. The loving Mother had become an addict, so instead of fighting to have a child, she was forced to fight to regain her child. It would be the fight of her life.

For me, the drug use started when I had our first and only child. I had to have a C Section, there were some problems and the baby didn’t make it. They gave me Oxycontin for pain. After a couple of weeks, I figured out that the drug did just as much for easing my mental pain as it did my physical pain. When I woke up, the first thing I did was grab some Oxycontin. It would only be a couple of hours later and I would be taking more. Eventually, the number of pills I took began to increase. When my own doctor stopped supplying them, I went to another doctor and complained of pain in my back. It worked, I got more drugs.

My husband got so depressed that he started drinking. At first, he just had one after work but then he started to drink more. What a pair we were! To be honest, at times it was hilarious, but most of the time we would end up arguing. Home just wasn’t a happy place to be. My husband wanted us to have another baby and that just brought back all of the memories. I increased the number of pills yet again. The more drugs I did, it seemed the more alcohol my husband drank.

One night my Mother-in-law brought him home. He was hammered. She said she found him at the baby’s gravesite. Funny, he always seemed to be upset about me, but not the baby. She came back the next night, sat us down and reminded us of that happy couple on our wedding day. She asked if the drinking and the drugs had made us any happier. We both started crying. She told us she had lost a grand child and wasn’t about to lose a son and a daughter in law. Using our phone, she started calling rehabilitation centers. My husband and I both started rehab the next day. That was a year ago and although I did relapse once, I went right back into rehab. Now? We’re finally talking about having another child.