Guardian Angels

 

I never believed in guardian angels – until March 2007.  That’s when my world as I knew it fell apart.

 

Until then, I thought I could handle anything.  But weird things were happening under my nose, things I would never have imagined.  In retrospect, I wish I had the knowledge I have now without the first-hand experience.  I encourage anyone reading these words to have the courage to do now, for your loved one, what I couldn’t do then: take the “tough love” approach to addiction.

 

On the first Sunday in March 2007, I asked my son to go with us to the local convenience store to view a videotape of someone who may have used my ATM card to get cash twice in the past few weeks.  My beautiful boy, now a 20-year-old man, looked me fearfully in the eyes and told me he was addicted to heroin.

 

At first, I thought he was joking.  My beautiful boy, the son who I had raised to be honest, giving and honorable, was telling me he had stolen from me to keep up his habit so he would not have to undergo the sickness that comes with withdrawal.

 

My world crumbled in that instant.  My stomach swirled in nausea, threatening to make me hurl into the nearest trash can.  My beautiful boy, my son, lay in his bed and looked up at me with doe-eyes that reflected all the fear in the world.  His fear was the disappointment he created in me.  My fear was that he could die.

 

Since then, our lives have been the worst roller coaster ride you can imagine.  It’s now July 2009 and we (not just he, because addiction is a family disease) have been through five rehab programs, an overdose scare, the court system, jail, a three-quarter-house program, and now another long-term rehab program. All the while, we have supported him in recovery and most importantly, he wants recovery!

 

What could we have done differently? Probably nothing.  When we first discovered he was drinking we grounded him, took away driving privileges – all the right things parents should do.  We involved him in individual counseling and family counseling.  We enlisted support and help from school administrators, police, coaches, teachers and counselors.  One consolation is that had we not taken these steps, things may have been much worse.

 

What did we see but didn’t face head on? When his core group of friends changed in 9th grade to kids of whom we didn’t wholly approve, we chalked it up to exposure to new people.  When we found marijuana in his room, we didn’t think of it as a “gateway” drug.  When his grades steadily declined, we explained it away to general teenage apathy.  We didn’t link them all together.

 

What did we see but didn’t want to admit? His avoidance of family traditions, changes in physical appearance and a steady decline of interest in school, academics, and athletics. These are all prime indicators of substance abuse but shame, embarrassment and guilt (for not being “perfect” parents) kept us from seeing the truth.

 

What has hindsight taught us? First and foremost, we should have trusted our gut instincts.  If you feel that you are being lied to or manipulated, trust your gut.  I should have when the hairs on my neck stood up, when the swirling in my stomach made me lightheaded and when those two combined made be break out in a cold sweat and shake.  You trusted your gut when they were much younger and you sensed a situation was potentially harmful to them: “Don’t touch the stove – hot!” It’s no different now that your children are older.

 

We now know we should have trusted our guts are when we noticed:

·         Change in friends

·         Lack of interest in school or other activities

·         Apathy toward family or disinterest in family life

·         One or more minor in possession charges (MIPs)

 

Parents: Don’t let any of the following keep you from taking action now!

·         Guilt – For not being perfect parents.

·         Embarrassment – How can this be happening in my house, my family?

·         Shame – What will people think?  Will they think we are bad parents?

·         Denial – If we don’t admit it, maybe it will go away.

 

We’ve learned many things over the past years and with the help of a support group called Families Anonymous, and have come to accept that we can’t change the past.  Participation in this group has given us strength and knowledge, such as the importance of the early signs of abuse or addiction. We now know these lists are so important!  They are not meaningless rhetoric. 

 

As for that guardian angel…I’m not playing into any religious beliefs or trying to push anything on anybody.  I’m not an every-Sunday-church-going person, but I do believe in a Higher Power.  And I do believe that to each person their own Higher Power is something different.  My Higher Power is God, but beyond that, I also believe my Higher Power assigns a guardian angel to each of us. 

 

My guardian angel is my baby brother, who died when he was 2 years old from complications of Spina bifida.  I believe he is in heaven watching out for me.

 

As for my son, I believe with my whole heart and soul that his best friend, who died when they were 14 years old in a tragic traffic accident, is his guardian angel.  I don’t know why, and I can’t explain it.  All I know is that someone up there is looking out for my beloved son—who’s had more than one brush with death—and has protected him.

 

We lost my dear cousin to a heroin overdose in June 2009.  Could it have been prevented?  Who knows?  She attempted but was unable to achieve recovery.  But she had a good soul and I believe she is now a guardian angel, looking out for our loved ones who struggle with addiction so that with her help they may find the strength she sought. 

 

Thanks to Mark, Rick, Rory, Linda, Margaret, Cheryl, George, Scott, Lisa, C.A.R.E., our friends at Families Anonymous and Families Against Narcotics, who are always there for us and have helped us find the strength to get through these very difficult times. A special thanks to my husband who is the rock of my life and my mother, my living guardian angel on earth.

 

A Mom just trying to make a difference in one family’s life, to Pay It Forward

 

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