The Rise and Fall of a Drug Addict – Part 2
The cops eventually showed up, and I was arrested for the first time. I spent two hours in holding before my parents picked me up at the police station. When I got home, I had lost most of the high, and felt helpless again. I remember not being able to sleep that night. I felt very anxious and nervous for a short period; yet these feelings soon went away. All I could think of was getting that original feeling back from the night before. I wanted to feel normal, and what I had felt that night was the most normal I had felt in many years.
The next morning my parents gave me a long talk about responsibility, drinking, and drug abuse. I am pretty sure it went in one ear and out the other, because, I forgot everything after they were done. For my punishment, my parents wanted me to get a part time job. I thought this was great; I now could have money and buy all the cocaine I wanted. I eventually found a job stocking shelves at a local Wal-Mart. It was a night job on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. I did not start school until Monday afternoon, and by this time school was not a top priority for me. The day I got my first paycheck, I went to my friend who introduced me to the guys doing the cocaine at the party. I gave my friend 40$ and told him to get me as much cocaine as that would buy. He came back within a couple hours, and because he got it for me we both got high that night. After we were finished I started to get that confidence back again, it wasn’t quite like I felt that other night, but it was close enough. I got myself to work that night and started my shift. It was more interesting working while you’re high. Before I knew it, my shift was done, and I was back home. This same pattern kept repeating itself for about a year. When I turned 18, I was barely making it to school; in fact, I had to take summer school in order to graduate. I was a pretty steady user on the weekends, and had adopted a new friend who I used with. He worked with me at Wal-Mart, and we would use most of the night, and somehow managed to get the work done.
After graduation, my Wal-Mart job turned into a full time gig, and of course my parents were pressuring me to go to college and get educated. I figured my experience’s throughout my entire school career was enough for me, and I did not want to experience it again. Besides, I had a good thing going. Easy work at night, friends I could relate to, and everyday was a good time. I never really paid attention to the little things happening around me. Because I still lived with my parents, they were always suspicious of my activity, and they became more confrontational with me when they saw things they didn’t like. I ignored it of course, and still did my own thing. I came into work one night, and I found out the guy I worked and used with, got fired. He was caught stealing, and apparently was doing it for some time. He would change inventory reports, and made it look like the items never existed. He would then turn around and sell these items and make a profit. I found out through co-workers he was ripping the place off to support his drug habit. I could never figure that out; we made pretty good money. I was able to cover my expenses, so why couldn’t he. Work wasn’t the same any more after that, it became boring, and I was showing up late, hung over, and even high. Eventually this behaviour got me fired, and I was now stuck facing a choice from my parents. They told me I had to find a job if I wanted to still live with them, or go to college. I knew I had to find a job, and soon, otherwise I would be sleeping on a friends couch for the next little while. Eventually, I found job working on a construction site. The money was good, and I got to work outside. I seemed to get along great with the other guys I was working with, some of them were users, and some were not. I automatically started hanging around the drug users. Part of me felt more comfortable with them. It was almost like I was ashamed of what I was doing, and I knew these people would not judge me.
If nothing to stop the cycle of addiction has been done at this point, it can become quite difficult to address it later on. This person has created a support group of other drug users, whom he can relate to. He is also working again, and making more money then before. To parents, this can sometimes seem like the person is stable and doing well. And because of this, parents can have the frame of mind to wait and see what happens. Parents should not lie to themselves; they know what is going to happen, and how it will happen. As a parent you have two choices, you can intervene and make a solid attempt to help your son or daughter, and give yourself a piece of mind knowing you did. Or, you can sit back and wait for something to happen, and decide at that point to pick up the pieces or not. If the second option happens, it will be difficult, if not impossible to say no to your son or daughter when they come asking for money or a place to live.
If that happens, you can turn everything around and offer your child help to handle their drug or alcohol problem. Whatever happens, do not turn a blind eye to this. Especially when you know something could have been done to prevent it.
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