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Wednesday, March 28, 2012
What about mental health ??!!!
Where I live, In Canada...there are little , if any, services for people who are mentally ill...add drug addict to this and the list is even shorter..they are left to fend for themselves and eventually end up beyond repair...Today I posted a video of a little blind dog who lived in a pile of garbage on my facebook wall. These two people found the dog, cleaned it up, and rescued it from certain death into a good home. They EVEN got one of his eyes fixed!!! I wonder how many of us would do this for a human living in the same situation...in a pile of garbage, no one to care or to help them. Stinky, dirty, mentally ill and flea infested... How many of us would dive into the gross mess and pull a human being out and help them??? After 7 years of hard drug use (most recently iv heroin and meth use) my son has finally succommed to his schizophrenic tendencies and become a person struggling with schizophrenia...he is only 21, has been on the streets for 6 years and out of our home since he was 14...signing him over to the care of the ministry was THE hardest decision I EVER had to make...Now he believes myself and my family and replacement robots and that the government is reading his mind and wants to buy the technology he dreams about...so yes, you can say he is delusional..full of anxiety, homeless, addicted and totally alone...When I called the psych ward (he has been committed many times already) and asked what services they had available for him, they agreed with me that "unless he tries to kill himself or someone else...there really wasn't ANYTHING they could do." I WAS welcome to bring him into the psych ward if I could...yeah right...just haul him in when he thinks I am an evil non-human version of myself....sigh...He is also on court ordered medications that he has not been taking...even though the court ordered someone to surpervise the meds (they released my son into the care of my Dad...that would be great if my DAD DID NOT DIE FIVE YEARS AGO!!!!! ) this was just NOT going to happen!!! A sad, sorry situation with no real hope (that I can see) for a positive outcome...I will still try, of course, to go and get him some help.. So...what does one DO in a situation like this??? I find that I feel better when I can go and volunteer and actually HELP someone who is helpable...I used to cook meals for a soup kitchen (lots of homeless and addicted people there) , until they tore the building down :'( AND I have started to volunteer for a crisis line...kind of my way of giving back for all of the support that I received from my friends in CoDA and Naranon (Narcanon...in the USA). I will not give up trying to get my son a healthy happy life and I encourage each one of you to advocate for the mentally ill in our system <3
Monday, March 12, 2012
"Whatever doesn't kill me.. doesn't make me stronger..but I'm not gonna give up yet"..Finger Eleven
"Hold on...hold on to yourself..this is gonna hurt like hell..." Sara McLachlan
When I was just 26 years old..my soul mate (we could literally read each others thoughts we were so close) was in a tragic accident near Kenora, Ontario.. He had been drinking and using drugs and was speeding. He swerved, hit a jagged rock cut, flipped the car, and was pronounced "brain dead" upon arrival at the hospital in Winnipeg... my heart just BROKE..it SHATTERED...He was driving home to reunite with me so we could get married..when I got the call I thought I would just die and honestly...part of my heart DID die that day...I hopped a plane, rushed to the ICU and saw him lying there...after a few hours I knew I had to say goodbye ..they were just keeping his body alive with machines so they could
When I was just 26 years old..my soul mate (we could literally read each others thoughts we were so close) was in a tragic accident near Kenora, Ontario.. He had been drinking and using drugs and was speeding. He swerved, hit a jagged rock cut, flipped the car, and was pronounced "brain dead" upon arrival at the hospital in Winnipeg... my heart just BROKE..it SHATTERED...He was driving home to reunite with me so we could get married..when I got the call I thought I would just die and honestly...part of my heart DID die that day...I hopped a plane, rushed to the ICU and saw him lying there...after a few hours I knew I had to say goodbye ..they were just keeping his body alive with machines so they could
HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP!!!
Wouldn't things be easier if there was a HELP button for REAL life? To just be able to click on it when you don't know what to do or how to survive? some people rely on their GUT to make decisions..this is usually a good indicator if something is wrong or if our addicts are lying to us...the gut senses something just isn't right..."Go with your gut 1" ..my friend in recovery always says..if you sense red flags...listen to your inner voice and you can always assume that anything out of an active addicts mouth is going to be a lie anyways...a good rule of thumb when dealing with active addicts is that : "If their lips are moving, they're LYING".
In my experience drug addicts are REALLY good at convincing us enablers/loved ones that what they are saying is true..that what they are asking for they need desperately..they just KNOW how to get what they need from us..how to tug at our heartstrings and push our buttons.. One helpful way to not enable is to respond to their demands by saying..
In my experience drug addicts are REALLY good at convincing us enablers/loved ones that what they are saying is true..that what they are asking for they need desperately..they just KNOW how to get what they need from us..how to tug at our heartstrings and push our buttons.. One helpful way to not enable is to respond to their demands by saying..
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