Saturday, August 7, 2010

Teach Your Children Well

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So my sons are now 17 and 15. Well the youngest turns 15 next week. I too worry about them, especially the younger one. His friends have changes somewhat, he recently hung up a pot leaf poster and Bob marley poster on his bedroom wall. I told him I didn't like it and was suprised that we would do this. He has been so anti drug his entire youth. He has seen the destructive power of addiction many times in our own family. He has always been somewhat over protective of me, especially since I returned from rehab in january of 2006. I know that he has the "choice" and in his mind he may have allready decided if he will try pot, or alcohol, or whatever. I question him, ask if a new friend is a user, ask him if he has tried anything yet. I know to smother him will only push him away, yet I try to keep him in check and talk about addiction and the damage in our community.





































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Friday, August 6, 2010

Southern Ohio Needs SOMETHING !

I read today that another Pill Mill was busted in Waverly, Ohio. The F.B.I. the D.E.A. and local L.E. were all involved in the arrest of 6 people, one of which is a doctor. I just finished my move to my elderly mother's home, so I was a bit behind on the news. I imagine two or more pill mills will open to replace the one recently busted. If I were a citizen of Waverly, I would be VERY NERVOUS right now. Unless you have lived through the agony of a non medically supervised withdrawl you have no idea of the maddness that accompanies withdrawl. The minutes turn to hours, the brain obsesses endlessly. Flu like symptoms come and go, as you fixate on getting "better" Some will turn to crimes, petty theft and robbery and so on. The functioning addicts may call in sick until they find another source, or buy from a new connection. Just maybe a lost soul will finally admit defeat and confide in somebody they trust to seek help. I cringe when I think of all the implications, lest I judge the addicts and fool myself into believing that I was never in their shoes. I just happened to be very lucky, and I thank GOD for watching over me during those tumultous years. I don't claim to have the answer, but just as prohibition created a black market for alcohol so do the drug laws of the United States.