Anyway here are some of my laughable moments...
When I was invited to join a support group for those who love heroin addicts my first thought was,
I think there needs to be groups for those people like me and maybe others too who have survived loving a heroin addict and didn't need bail money.
I have days where I think after this is all over I'm gonna need some rehab myself if I keep drinking wine in the box... with a straw. Especially now that I found I can fit the box into my purse..to go.
Ever have an Intervention? Oh those are some fun times aren't they? They make that shit look so easy on the TV shows don't they?
Now many years ago when we first found out our son was using heroin someone told me that he needed an intervention. The way it is described to you, you picture it ending up like Buffy and Jody from Family Affair and of course Mr. French will come along to save the day.
Oh no. It is totally the opposite!
We tried it... twenty eight times. Now ours wasn't as fancy as those on TV its highly unlikely we'll ever try that again.
They said start it with telling your loved one how their using makes you feel... So here I go. I did it Christmas Vacation style... I looked him straight in the eye and told him what a cheap, lying, no good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless,
Of course then I was told I was not being sensitive. Hello you said to tell him exactly how I feel dude. Are you kidding me? I have some tourettes moments just waiting to be unleashed.
Oh I try like hell to be sensitive but I just want you to know it is very hard for me to tolerate sensitivity right now.
Okay I'll be sensitive. Sorry son about that last comment. I'll kick your ass Ninja Style.
Anyway the son using heroin felt like he was being mistreated. Imagine that? He felt mistreated. That is a mild term for how they will act when they are pushed into a corner. He lashed out like a rabid animal. It played out like several scenes from, The Exorcist.
He had me convinced that everyone was using heroin. His brothers and sister, all his family members. The old man next door was a junkie and he even threw the mailman under the bus. If I would have believed him even the dog was shooting up.
In the end of many long hours, several scenes from the movie The Exorcist our Intervention ended up like the Exorcism of Emily Rose. We didn't need the professional interventionist we needed a Bishop here blessing the house with oils and smudging the rooms with sage dude.
Oh no we will not be having an Intervention here. In many circles I am still considered, insensitive. I don't know I don't really understand todays generation do you?