Drug Addiction Stories & Info

“Mom, we need to find a dealer and get you some pot.” Those were the words spoken by my then 23 year old son as he, his brother and his sister heard the story of Mom’s one and only smoking pot experience. Everyone laughed and I rolled my eyes.  

Why were those words being directed at me? Because I had been lax in my house cleaning duties lately and they were listening to my brother tell a story from my teenage years.

I was seventeen at the time. I was over at my friend’s house at a sleepover. She brought out some marijuana and insisted I give it a try instead of being so strait-laced. Not wanting to be left out of things, I agreed. Everyone was chilling and relaxed and yet, I was going stir crazy. I got up, cleaned her mother’s living room, kitchen and bathroom and then finally fell out in exhaustion. The next day everyone laughed at me because marijuana usually relaxes people instead of acting as a form of speed as it seemed to do me.

I really did not like it and never tried it again. A few months later a friend of ours was hurt pretty bad in an accident after everyone had gotten high out at the lake. Okay, so maybe I just was not into pot but I was into helping my friends because I cared about them. When Terry got hurt, I made up my mind I wanted to be a counselor and went to school with that goal in mind.

I got married and had three great kids. I followed my counseling dream and have been in it for nearly 20 years now. Following my divorce, I took a second job and my house cleaning duties took their place last in my list of priorities.

Ever once in a while, my kids still tease me about needing to smoke pot when the house is not up to par. They respect what I do, though, and it is all in good-natured fun. When they tell their friends about it, they say things like “I wonder if my mom would buy that excuse if I got caught getting high.” Having kids in college and high school at the same time made for many a joke about Mom’s pot experience through the years.

But when I think about the fact that me and my kids have an open communication and that they are off in college following their own dreams now, I have no regrets about being teased. Just don’t tell them I said so, okay?